05-02-2026, 12:30 PM
Divya’s body was still trembling from the first brutal orgasm — walls fluttering weakly around Beedaa’s thick length — when he started moving again.
He didn’t give her time to catch her breath.
His hips snapped forward harder, deeper, each stroke now long and punishing, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in to the hilt.
The wet, obscene sound of their bodies colliding filled the bathroom, louder than her ragged breathing.
She felt it all at once — the sheer cock size of him stretching her wider than she’d ever been stretched.
Ranjith was gentle, familiar, average in every loving way. But
Beedaa… Beedaa penis is massive, unyielding, filling every inch inside her until there was no empty space left.
The thick head dragged along her sensitive walls with every withdrawal, the veined shaft forcing her open wider with every thrust back in.
She could feel the ridge of his corona catching just inside her entrance before plunging deep again, hitting places she didn’t even know existed.
Her eyes went wide in pure surprise.
“Aah… Beedaa ji… itna… itna bada… oh god…”
The words tumbled out between gasps — shocked, almost childlike wonder mixed with overwhelming sensation.
She looked down between their bodies again, mesmerized and terrified by the sight: his dark, glistening cock disappearing completely into her fair, slick folds, stretching her pink lips taut around his girth.
Pubic hair matted with her wetness, grinding against her clit every time he bottomed out.
She hadn’t expected this. Hadn’t imagined a 60-year-old rowdy could feel like this — like he was reshaping her from the inside.
Her surprise only made her body react more intensely.
Inner walls clenched involuntarily around him — trying to accommodate, failing beautifully — sending fresh sparks of pleasure-pain shooting through her core.
Beedaa felt the flutter. His victorious smile deepened into something darker, hungrier. He leaned in, scarred lips brushing her ear.
“laaVaadaa pasand aaya na, bhabhi? Abhi toh shuruaat hai…”
He angled his hips slightly — just enough — and drove in deeper, hitting that spot again and again with ruthless precision.
Divya’s head snapped back against the tiles.
“AHHH! Nahi… nahi… itna deep… AHHH… Beedaa ji… please…!”
Her shouts returned — louder, more desperate.
The pain from his size mixed with unbearable pleasure, turning every stroke into a shockwave.
Her thigh shook around his waist, toes curling so hard they cramped. Bangles clashed wildly again — clink-clink-clink-clink — faster now, frantic.
She couldn’t bear it. Couldn’t think. Could only feel: the massive stretch, the deep grind, the way his pubic hair scbangd her oversensitive clit raw with every thrust.
“AHH… slow… slow karo… mmm… ohhh…laa.. vaadaa… itna bada… AHHH!”
But her hips betrayed her completely — rolling up to meet him, chasing the brutal fullness even as tears streamed down her cheeks.
Her nails dug deeper into his shoulders.
Her breasts bounced with every impact, mangalsutra swinging and slapping against her sweat-slicked skin.
Beedaa growled low — animal satisfaction — and picked up the pace even more. Rough, relentless strokes that made her whole body jolt against the wall.
“Chillati reh, bhabhi… teri cheekhein sunke aur maza aa raha hai…”
Divya’s shouts turned into continuous, broken wails — overwhelmed, surprised, lost in the sheer size and power of him claiming her so completely.
“AHHH… haan… aur… aur zor se… mmm… beedaa ji… AHHH!”
She was gone — mind blank, body on fire, every stroke pushing her toward another shattering climax she wasn’t sure she could survive.
He didn’t give her time to catch her breath.
His hips snapped forward harder, deeper, each stroke now long and punishing, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in to the hilt.
The wet, obscene sound of their bodies colliding filled the bathroom, louder than her ragged breathing.
She felt it all at once — the sheer cock size of him stretching her wider than she’d ever been stretched.
Ranjith was gentle, familiar, average in every loving way. But
Beedaa… Beedaa penis is massive, unyielding, filling every inch inside her until there was no empty space left.
The thick head dragged along her sensitive walls with every withdrawal, the veined shaft forcing her open wider with every thrust back in.
She could feel the ridge of his corona catching just inside her entrance before plunging deep again, hitting places she didn’t even know existed.
Her eyes went wide in pure surprise.
“Aah… Beedaa ji… itna… itna bada… oh god…”
The words tumbled out between gasps — shocked, almost childlike wonder mixed with overwhelming sensation.
She looked down between their bodies again, mesmerized and terrified by the sight: his dark, glistening cock disappearing completely into her fair, slick folds, stretching her pink lips taut around his girth.
Pubic hair matted with her wetness, grinding against her clit every time he bottomed out.
She hadn’t expected this. Hadn’t imagined a 60-year-old rowdy could feel like this — like he was reshaping her from the inside.
Her surprise only made her body react more intensely.
Inner walls clenched involuntarily around him — trying to accommodate, failing beautifully — sending fresh sparks of pleasure-pain shooting through her core.
Beedaa felt the flutter. His victorious smile deepened into something darker, hungrier. He leaned in, scarred lips brushing her ear.
“laaVaadaa pasand aaya na, bhabhi? Abhi toh shuruaat hai…”
He angled his hips slightly — just enough — and drove in deeper, hitting that spot again and again with ruthless precision.
Divya’s head snapped back against the tiles.
“AHHH! Nahi… nahi… itna deep… AHHH… Beedaa ji… please…!”
Her shouts returned — louder, more desperate.
The pain from his size mixed with unbearable pleasure, turning every stroke into a shockwave.
Her thigh shook around his waist, toes curling so hard they cramped. Bangles clashed wildly again — clink-clink-clink-clink — faster now, frantic.
She couldn’t bear it. Couldn’t think. Could only feel: the massive stretch, the deep grind, the way his pubic hair scbangd her oversensitive clit raw with every thrust.
“AHH… slow… slow karo… mmm… ohhh…laa.. vaadaa… itna bada… AHHH!”
But her hips betrayed her completely — rolling up to meet him, chasing the brutal fullness even as tears streamed down her cheeks.
Her nails dug deeper into his shoulders.
Her breasts bounced with every impact, mangalsutra swinging and slapping against her sweat-slicked skin.
Beedaa growled low — animal satisfaction — and picked up the pace even more. Rough, relentless strokes that made her whole body jolt against the wall.
“Chillati reh, bhabhi… teri cheekhein sunke aur maza aa raha hai…”
Divya’s shouts turned into continuous, broken wails — overwhelmed, surprised, lost in the sheer size and power of him claiming her so completely.
“AHHH… haan… aur… aur zor se… mmm… beedaa ji… AHHH!”
She was gone — mind blank, body on fire, every stroke pushing her toward another shattering climax she wasn’t sure she could survive.
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