07-11-2022, 10:28 AM
Purva glamorously receives the guests.
After a while, Mushtaq came after his bath. He was pleased to see his wife dutifully cooking completely nude. She was sweating heavily on account of the heat due to the cooking. Even though the kitchen was separate and just part of the single room, there was just one fan in the room and that was just over in the bed, so Purva had to cook out in the heat. Mushtaq took a wild perverted pleasure out of a rich urban housewife doing the daily chores completely in the nude, in the slums, right in front of him in his house and she was all his to enjoy and devour. He loved how obediently she behaved, only wanting to please his dear husband and nothing else. He, of course derived extreme erotic pleasure out of Purva sweating like crazy, working hard to cook in the kitchen to please his husband and his friends. Feeling fresh after his bath, he on the other hand stood there enjoying the breeze that emanated from the fan near him and the look the object of lust presented before him. Purva was busy cooking when she noticed his husband staring lustily at her while she did her chores. She smiled at him and naughtily spread her legs and got into a posture that was although slightly uncomfortable for her, but provided the best inhibited view of her ripe and red pussy to her dear hubby. In the sweat, the pussy seemed to stand out it as it still glowed with a tinge of red after Mushtaq’s latest exploitation of his dear possession. Mushtaq smiled back at his dear wife without saying anything as she widened her legs even more for the sake of Mushtaq’s perverse viewing pleasure.
“Mushtaq ji, murgha tayaar hai…ab batao mujhe kya karna hai? kuch tayaar hona padega?”, she said to her husband as she made way into the hall area and sat playfully on her husband’s lap. Mushtaq’s hands inevitably lingered over Purva’s breasts and started to play with them. “Haan randi, ek baar mooh toh dho lena keval paani se…”. purva washed her face and wiped it with a towel. Her pussy was still continuously leaking with juices, but nothing could be done about that she thought. Given that she always remained naked and hot, that was bound to happen, she thought. Mushtaq then asked her to apply some lipstick on her. She was gifted different colors of lipsticks by the local guy who sold cheap cosmetics. While she had applied lipstick rarely in her first married life, she always preferred to use branded ones. But here she was, using a cheap namesake lipstick that was locally manufactured for the slums. She took each one of them and showed them to Mushtaq. She had various colors of lipstick gifted to her- pink, blue, yellow, orange, green, black and red. Mushtaq asked her to try each one of them and show them to him and that he would decide which one he wanted her to finally put on. Purva did as commanded and Mushtaq finally agreed on the orange one. The lipsticks were certainly of very low quality as Purva applied the orange lipstick on her lips. Once she presented the view to him, Mushtaq said, “waah, kya kirrak randi lag rhi hai meri raand…par isse aur achha karne k liye…“, saying so, he got up from the bed and took her near the mirror. He then proceeded to brighten her lips even more with the orange lipstick roughly. He rubbed the tip of the orange stick roughly depositing large amounts of the silly orange paint over her lips. The final result was that the lipstick ended up running beyond the borders of her lips on to her skin as Purva felt humiliatingly hot with Mushtaq’s actions. He definitely wanted Purva to look like a cheap characterless whore. The orange color on the lips itself made her appear gaudy and now she was smothered with the orange paint that extended beyond her lips. It made her look extremely trashy. Finally, Mushtaq was content with the amount of orange paint on his wife’s lips and said “Badhiya lag rhi hai ab…ek dum mast” and patted on her ass. Purva couldn’t believe the lust he had for her and how he loved to humiliate his wife. He next asked her to apply the kajal that was also gifted. Purva naturally thought he wanted her to put on the matching orange color for the kajal as well, but Mushtaq seemed like he didn’t want the colors to match. So he asked her to apply the yellow one. Looking at herself in the mirror made her blush with unknown feelings as she looked like a roadside prostitute. Her face was packed with two contrasting unusual colors, on her lips and under her eyes and it was clear she was made to look extremely cheap and dollish. Next, Mushtaq put the kamarband that was also gifted to her, around her waist. He then asked her to bring an apple locket among the other fruit lockets that were gifted to her and he fixed it hanging right in front of her pussy. The kamarband of course, made Purva look really slutty. It was just a fake metal strip of beads that sexily hung around her waist, with a long strip hanging on her right side down until her knees. It was also designed with the same intention, to make her look cheap and trashy. The plastic apple locket hung right in front of her vagina, which of course did no job in covering her most private part. Mushtaq noticed a couple of hairs on his wife’s pussy while tying the locket, and so he took the razor and made sure to shave off any strands of growing hair that was present on his dear wife’s lovepot.
As Purva and Mushtaq stood in front of the mirror taking one last look of Purva’s makeup, they heard a knock on the door. Mushtaq urged Purva to open in the door to the guests in her glamorous state. Purva was feeling extremely shy owing to her overall presentation. She was mixed with humiliation, embarrassment and horniness as she opened the door with the cheap view of herself she was asked to present to the guests.
After a while, Mushtaq came after his bath. He was pleased to see his wife dutifully cooking completely nude. She was sweating heavily on account of the heat due to the cooking. Even though the kitchen was separate and just part of the single room, there was just one fan in the room and that was just over in the bed, so Purva had to cook out in the heat. Mushtaq took a wild perverted pleasure out of a rich urban housewife doing the daily chores completely in the nude, in the slums, right in front of him in his house and she was all his to enjoy and devour. He loved how obediently she behaved, only wanting to please his dear husband and nothing else. He, of course derived extreme erotic pleasure out of Purva sweating like crazy, working hard to cook in the kitchen to please his husband and his friends. Feeling fresh after his bath, he on the other hand stood there enjoying the breeze that emanated from the fan near him and the look the object of lust presented before him. Purva was busy cooking when she noticed his husband staring lustily at her while she did her chores. She smiled at him and naughtily spread her legs and got into a posture that was although slightly uncomfortable for her, but provided the best inhibited view of her ripe and red pussy to her dear hubby. In the sweat, the pussy seemed to stand out it as it still glowed with a tinge of red after Mushtaq’s latest exploitation of his dear possession. Mushtaq smiled back at his dear wife without saying anything as she widened her legs even more for the sake of Mushtaq’s perverse viewing pleasure.
“Mushtaq ji, murgha tayaar hai…ab batao mujhe kya karna hai? kuch tayaar hona padega?”, she said to her husband as she made way into the hall area and sat playfully on her husband’s lap. Mushtaq’s hands inevitably lingered over Purva’s breasts and started to play with them. “Haan randi, ek baar mooh toh dho lena keval paani se…”. purva washed her face and wiped it with a towel. Her pussy was still continuously leaking with juices, but nothing could be done about that she thought. Given that she always remained naked and hot, that was bound to happen, she thought. Mushtaq then asked her to apply some lipstick on her. She was gifted different colors of lipsticks by the local guy who sold cheap cosmetics. While she had applied lipstick rarely in her first married life, she always preferred to use branded ones. But here she was, using a cheap namesake lipstick that was locally manufactured for the slums. She took each one of them and showed them to Mushtaq. She had various colors of lipstick gifted to her- pink, blue, yellow, orange, green, black and red. Mushtaq asked her to try each one of them and show them to him and that he would decide which one he wanted her to finally put on. Purva did as commanded and Mushtaq finally agreed on the orange one. The lipsticks were certainly of very low quality as Purva applied the orange lipstick on her lips. Once she presented the view to him, Mushtaq said, “waah, kya kirrak randi lag rhi hai meri raand…par isse aur achha karne k liye…“, saying so, he got up from the bed and took her near the mirror. He then proceeded to brighten her lips even more with the orange lipstick roughly. He rubbed the tip of the orange stick roughly depositing large amounts of the silly orange paint over her lips. The final result was that the lipstick ended up running beyond the borders of her lips on to her skin as Purva felt humiliatingly hot with Mushtaq’s actions. He definitely wanted Purva to look like a cheap characterless whore. The orange color on the lips itself made her appear gaudy and now she was smothered with the orange paint that extended beyond her lips. It made her look extremely trashy. Finally, Mushtaq was content with the amount of orange paint on his wife’s lips and said “Badhiya lag rhi hai ab…ek dum mast” and patted on her ass. Purva couldn’t believe the lust he had for her and how he loved to humiliate his wife. He next asked her to apply the kajal that was also gifted. Purva naturally thought he wanted her to put on the matching orange color for the kajal as well, but Mushtaq seemed like he didn’t want the colors to match. So he asked her to apply the yellow one. Looking at herself in the mirror made her blush with unknown feelings as she looked like a roadside prostitute. Her face was packed with two contrasting unusual colors, on her lips and under her eyes and it was clear she was made to look extremely cheap and dollish. Next, Mushtaq put the kamarband that was also gifted to her, around her waist. He then asked her to bring an apple locket among the other fruit lockets that were gifted to her and he fixed it hanging right in front of her pussy. The kamarband of course, made Purva look really slutty. It was just a fake metal strip of beads that sexily hung around her waist, with a long strip hanging on her right side down until her knees. It was also designed with the same intention, to make her look cheap and trashy. The plastic apple locket hung right in front of her vagina, which of course did no job in covering her most private part. Mushtaq noticed a couple of hairs on his wife’s pussy while tying the locket, and so he took the razor and made sure to shave off any strands of growing hair that was present on his dear wife’s lovepot.
As Purva and Mushtaq stood in front of the mirror taking one last look of Purva’s makeup, they heard a knock on the door. Mushtaq urged Purva to open in the door to the guests in her glamorous state. Purva was feeling extremely shy owing to her overall presentation. She was mixed with humiliation, embarrassment and horniness as she opened the door with the cheap view of herself she was asked to present to the guests.
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