07-02-2026, 05:46 PM
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Divya hugged Lalla tightly, her soft arms wrapping around his rough, hairy back.
Her breasts crushed against his dirty chest — nipples scbanging on coarse hair, sending sharp tingles through her body. She felt his heat, his sweat, his old-man smell of beedi and liquor.
Shame burned in her chest, but lust won.
She lifted her face. Kissed him with lust and shy.
Lips pressed hard on his cracked, rough lips.
Tongue shyly entered his mouth first — tasting bitter liquor, stale smoke, sour spit.
She moaned soft — “Mmm…” — into the kiss.
Her tongue moved slow, hesitant, but hungry.
Lalla kissed back rough — tongue thrusting deep, sucking hers hard.
His thick penis — hot, hard, leaking — pressed against her lower belly. He shifted hips.
Rubbed the swollen head along her wet pussy lips.
Up and down slow. Coating himself in her slickness.
Divya moaned with desire — “Aah… uncle ji…” — hips twitching forward, chasing the friction.
Her clit throbbed each time the head brushed it.
Lalla growled low.
Grabbed her waist. Spun her around.
Pinned her to the bathroom sink. Cold metal edge dug into her hips.
Her hands gripped the sink rim.
Breasts hung heavy, swaying. Mangalsutra dangled between them.
She lifted one foot. Placed it on the western commode seat.
Legs spread wide.
Thighs beautiful — fair, smooth, trembling — open for him. Pussy glistening, pink lips swollen, dripping.
Lalla stood behind.
Looked down at her thighs — soft curves, inner skin shining wet.
His dirty hands gripped her hips.
Cock head at her entrance again.
He pushed slow — letting her feel every inch.
Thick head parted her lips. Stretched her tight entrance.
Divya moaned shy — “Aah… … uncle ji… dheere…” — voice trembling.
New penis. Different from Ranjith. Thicker. Rougher.
She felt every vein sliding in. Burning stretch mixed with deep pleasure.
He sank deeper. Halfway. Then full .
Divya cried out soft — “AHH… andar… poora andar…” — body shaking.
Cunt clenched tight around his cock. Walls fluttered.
Lalla groaned. “Kitni tight hai teri chut, beti… le ab…”
He started moving. Slow at first — long strokes — pulling almost out, then pushing deep again.
Each thrust made her moan shy — “Mmm… aah… uncle ji…” — voice high, trembling.
Then faster. Harder. Hands gripped her hips like vise.
strokes became brutal. Sink edge dug into her belly. Breasts bounced wild. Mangalsutra moving on divya breasts .
Wet slap-slap-slap echoed in bathroom.
Divya shouted — “AHH… zor se..nahee... do…slow ...AHHH....abbahh mmm ...aah aah ...please...…!”
Lalla fucked her hardly..
One hand reached her pussy.
. Rubbed rough circles.
Divya came fast. Body convulsing. “AHHH… uncle ji… AHHH!” Juices gushed down his cock.
Her breasts crushed against his dirty chest — nipples scbanging on coarse hair, sending sharp tingles through her body. She felt his heat, his sweat, his old-man smell of beedi and liquor.
Shame burned in her chest, but lust won.
She lifted her face. Kissed him with lust and shy.
Lips pressed hard on his cracked, rough lips.
Tongue shyly entered his mouth first — tasting bitter liquor, stale smoke, sour spit.
She moaned soft — “Mmm…” — into the kiss.
Her tongue moved slow, hesitant, but hungry.
Lalla kissed back rough — tongue thrusting deep, sucking hers hard.
His thick penis — hot, hard, leaking — pressed against her lower belly. He shifted hips.
Rubbed the swollen head along her wet pussy lips.
Up and down slow. Coating himself in her slickness.
Divya moaned with desire — “Aah… uncle ji…” — hips twitching forward, chasing the friction.
Her clit throbbed each time the head brushed it.
Lalla growled low.
Grabbed her waist. Spun her around.
Pinned her to the bathroom sink. Cold metal edge dug into her hips.
Her hands gripped the sink rim.
Breasts hung heavy, swaying. Mangalsutra dangled between them.
She lifted one foot. Placed it on the western commode seat.
Legs spread wide.
Thighs beautiful — fair, smooth, trembling — open for him. Pussy glistening, pink lips swollen, dripping.
Lalla stood behind.
Looked down at her thighs — soft curves, inner skin shining wet.
His dirty hands gripped her hips.
Cock head at her entrance again.
He pushed slow — letting her feel every inch.
Thick head parted her lips. Stretched her tight entrance.
Divya moaned shy — “Aah… … uncle ji… dheere…” — voice trembling.
New penis. Different from Ranjith. Thicker. Rougher.
She felt every vein sliding in. Burning stretch mixed with deep pleasure.
He sank deeper. Halfway. Then full .
Divya cried out soft — “AHH… andar… poora andar…” — body shaking.
Cunt clenched tight around his cock. Walls fluttered.
Lalla groaned. “Kitni tight hai teri chut, beti… le ab…”
He started moving. Slow at first — long strokes — pulling almost out, then pushing deep again.
Each thrust made her moan shy — “Mmm… aah… uncle ji…” — voice high, trembling.
Then faster. Harder. Hands gripped her hips like vise.
strokes became brutal. Sink edge dug into her belly. Breasts bounced wild. Mangalsutra moving on divya breasts .
Wet slap-slap-slap echoed in bathroom.
Divya shouted — “AHH… zor se..nahee... do…slow ...AHHH....abbahh mmm ...aah aah ...please...…!”
Lalla fucked her hardly..
One hand reached her pussy.
. Rubbed rough circles.
Divya came fast. Body convulsing. “AHHH… uncle ji… AHHH!” Juices gushed down his cock.
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