01-03-2023, 02:40 PM
I got home a few hours later. Priya kept asking me how I was feeling, and I had to do the acting job of my life to not smile. She had no clue what was going on with Kareena and me. I acted like I was still recovering from being sick, because I was walking slowly. Actually, my hips were sore from fucking Kareena so much. I took a nap to recharge my strength. Then, after that, I went to act like I was working on Kareena's car. After a little bit, I told Priya I was driving Kareena's car back to her. Priya approved, of course, so I had no problems going back to see Kareena.
Once I got there, I proceeded to fuck Kareena up the ass over her couch. I had absolutely no guilt anymore about fucking Kareena. I loved being with her. I loved fucking her. I loved the fact that she was a fucking slut, a whore. I love her. An idea popped in my head.
"Kareena, do you think I should divorce Priya, and marry you? Because I'll do it, cause I love you." I told her as I pounded her whore ass.
"No, you shouldn't get a divorce. The reason us fucking is so good, is because Priya is too stupid to notice. You're cheating on your wife with her sister. That's why this is so much fun." Kareena said. "Oh fuck Gaurav. Keep pounding my ass. Don't get me wrong baby. I love you too, and we will always be together. But nothing makes me happier than the fact that the husband of my stupid little sister is obsessed with fucking me, and is repulsed by the thought of fucking her. And that's the way things will stay." Kareena said. I completely agreed. The best part of this whole thing was that we were betraying Priya's trust behind her back.
"Oh, fuck!" I called out. I started to cum in her ass. She started to cum as well. We rode out our orgasms and continued fucking until they stopped. I pulled out, and we fell to the couch. She turned to face me.
"Now, who does this big hard cock of yours belong to?" She asked.
"It's yours Kareena. I'm all yours." I told her. We started to make out. I had never been more content in my life.
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Once I got there, I proceeded to fuck Kareena up the ass over her couch. I had absolutely no guilt anymore about fucking Kareena. I loved being with her. I loved fucking her. I loved the fact that she was a fucking slut, a whore. I love her. An idea popped in my head.
"Kareena, do you think I should divorce Priya, and marry you? Because I'll do it, cause I love you." I told her as I pounded her whore ass.
"No, you shouldn't get a divorce. The reason us fucking is so good, is because Priya is too stupid to notice. You're cheating on your wife with her sister. That's why this is so much fun." Kareena said. "Oh fuck Gaurav. Keep pounding my ass. Don't get me wrong baby. I love you too, and we will always be together. But nothing makes me happier than the fact that the husband of my stupid little sister is obsessed with fucking me, and is repulsed by the thought of fucking her. And that's the way things will stay." Kareena said. I completely agreed. The best part of this whole thing was that we were betraying Priya's trust behind her back.
"Oh, fuck!" I called out. I started to cum in her ass. She started to cum as well. We rode out our orgasms and continued fucking until they stopped. I pulled out, and we fell to the couch. She turned to face me.
"Now, who does this big hard cock of yours belong to?" She asked.
"It's yours Kareena. I'm all yours." I told her. We started to make out. I had never been more content in my life.
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