Niharika's Forbidden Never Ending Hunger(Scene 9 - 10 Videos - 1 Image)

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Madhav slowly pulled his face away from her heavy chest. Yellow tape clicked back into metal box. But damage to universe was already done.

I wiped one hot tear from eye behind laptop screen. I love Niharika’s pure, traditional heart so much. When my elder brother visits home, Niharika always pins pallu proper, covering chest out of deep respect. But right now, sitting on floor in front of this dirty, unwashed labourer, my perfect wife was fully losing her mind. Her craving was doubling in front of my eyes, and she was not trying to hide it anymore.

Madhav reached into dirty canvas bag and took out thick, heavy iron screwdriver and long, thick metal screw. He had to fix bottom hinge of balcony door.

To get better angle, Madhav shifted position on carpet. He squatted down, spreading dark, mud-stained knees wide apart. His dirty knees now just few inches from Niharika’s soft, pink cotton saree.

Niharika did not pick more of daughter’s clothes to fold. She fully ignored laundry basket. Heat inside her body becoming too much to control. Her breathing so fast and heavy that her massive, full 38DD breasts visibly bouncing up and down, straining hard against tight pink fabric of old blouse.

Then, she did something that made my heart fully stop.

She reached up with soft, clean hand. Instead of pulling fallen pallu up to cover deep, exposed cleavage, she did opposite. She pinched middle of deep, round neckline of tight pink blouse and pulled fabric out, fanning herself to let air inside. As she pulled tight cloth from skin, she showed deep, shadowy curves of heavy breasts direct to Madhav’s dark eyes.

"It is suddenly very, very hot in this room, Madhav," Niharika whispered. Her voice shaking and thick. Her dark eyes fully glued to his rough, sweaty forearms.

Madhav placed sharp tip of long screw against hard, dry wood of doorframe. He gripped heavy iron screwdriver with raw, calloused hand.

"Wood is very dry and tight, madam," Madhav grunted. His rough voice fully hoarse, scbanging quiet air in living room. He leaned weight forward, dark, stringy muscles flexing hard under unbuttoned, sweaty shirt. "Screw is not going in easy. I have to force it."

Niharika’s dark eyes went fully wide. She leaned even closer to his spread legs. Her heavy chest almost resting on own knees now, deep cleavage shining with fine sweat.

"Force it, Madhav," Niharika said. Her voice dropped into desperate, heavy moan I never heard in our ten years marriage. "Use all your strength. Push it very hard until it goes deep inside. Do not stop until it is fully fixed."

Madhav’s dark jaw clenched. He stared right into her heavy, heaving chest, and pushed heavy screwdriver with brutal, raw, low-class power. His dirty knuckles turned fully white.

Krrrk. Krrrk. Krrrk. Harsh, violent sound of thick metal forcing deep into tight wood filled room. With every hard thrust he made with hand, Niharika let out soft, shaking breath. Her eyes fully locked on his rough, dirty hands. Her soft pink lips wide open. She was fully, totally caught by his raw strength.

I sat fully still on sofa, gripping laptop. My heart breaking into thousand pieces because I knew my gentle, educated hands would never make her breathe like that. But my trousers so painful tight I could barely sit straight. I was watching my pure, devoted wife almost beg dirty street carpenter to push harder, and I was fully, hopeless trapped in painful lust of watching her fall.