22-02-2026, 04:19 AM
Arjun was the boldest one among the boys. One day in the trial room of the expensive men’s undergarment showroom, while all four boys were there trying on branded underwear with my wife helping them decide the best fit, she was making fun of them and teasing them about thinking of their girlfriends and having boners.
My wife laughed innocently, her boobs bouncing over her kurti top, her ass cheeks jiggling under her leggings, her thick juicy thighs rubbing together as she stood close to them in the small trial room.
"Look at all of you... big boners again... are you all thinking about your girlfriends so much? Naughty boys... so hard already," she teased playfully, her fingers brushing their underwear over their hard cocks, giggling as their cocks twitched under her touch.
Arjun, standing in tight black branded underwear, his cock fully erect and making a huge boner in the material, suddenly pulled his underwear down, letting it slide to his thighs, his hard cock springing free, thick and throbbing, the head glistening with precum.
Arjun lied to my wife with a shy face, his voice low and pleading.
"Sudha akka... I have this boner thinking about my girlfriend... it's too hard... if you don't help me... I can't try the underwear properly... the size matching will go wrong... please akka... can you stroke my cock... help me cum... or else it will be uncomfortable?"
My wife’s cheeks burned red, her large dark eyes wide with shock, her boobs heaving over the kurti top, her pussy lips swelling under her white panties from the sudden situation, her thick juicy thighs trembling slightly.
"Arjun... I am like your elder sister... I can... but... is it okay?" she whispered innocently, her voice trembling, her naive heart wanting to help him, thinking it was just sisterly comfort.
Arjun made a sorry face, his eyes pleading, his cock throbbing hard in front of her, precum dripping from the head.
"Akka... if you really treat me as your brother... you must help me... please... I respect you so much... I need your help... just stroke it... help me cum... please akka," he begged softly, his voice emotional and convincing.
His words sounded like pure help to my wife, her kind heart melting, her large dark eyes filling with sympathy, her boobs rising and falling over the kurti top.
"Okay Arjun... as your elder sister... I will help you... don't worry," she said softly, her voice trembling with emotion, reaching out and wrapping her fingers around his hard cock, stroking slowly, her hand gliding up and down his cock, squeezing lightly, her boobs heaving over the kurti top, her ass cheeks shifting as she leaned in.
The other boys were shocked and horny, their cocks rock hard and making huge boners in their underwear, eyes wide, breathing heavy, watching my wife stroke Arjun’s cock, their cocks throbbing painfully, precum soaking their branded underwear, their minds exploding with lust as they stared at her boobs, her ass cheeks, her thighs, imagining her hand on their cocks next.
Arjun was the boldest one among the boys. One day in the trial room of the expensive men’s undergarment showroom, while all four boys were there trying on branded underwear with my wife helping them decide the best fit, she was making fun of them and teasing them about thinking of their girlfriends and having boners.
My wife laughed innocently, her boobs bouncing over her kurti top, her ass cheeks jiggling under her leggings, her thick juicy thighs rubbing together as she stood close to them in the cramped trial room, the air thick with heat, tension, and the faint musk of arousal.
"Oh my god... all of you again with such big boners... what are your girlfriends doing to you boys? Look how hard you all are... it's almost too much," she teased, her voice light and playful but now carrying a slight nervous edge, her fingers brushing over their underwear, tracing the hard outlines of their cocks, giggling softly as each cock jerked violently under her touch, the fabric stretching taut.
The boys exchanged quick, heated glances, their breathing shallow and uneven, their cocks throbbing painfully in the tight branded underwear, the room suddenly feeling smaller, hotter, suffocating with unspoken desire.
Arjun, standing in tight black branded underwear, his cock fully erect and making a huge boner in the material, suddenly hooked his thumbs into the waistband and pulled his underwear down slowly, deliberately, inch by inch, letting it slide to his thighs. His hard cock sprang free, thick and veiny, the head swollen dark and glistening with precum, standing straight and pulsing heavily in front of her face.
My wife gasped sharply, her cheeks instantly flaming red, her large dark eyes locked on his exposed cock in pure shock, her boobs rising sharply over the kurti top, her breath catching in her throat.
"Arjun... what... what are you doing?" she whispered, her voice trembling, barely above a breath, her pussy lips swelling under her white panties, her thick juicy thighs pressing together instinctively.
Arjun looked at her with a shy, pleading face, his voice low, shaky, but thick with need, stepping half a step closer so his cock hovered inches from her hand.
"Sudha akka... see how big it is... thinking about my girlfriend made it this hard... it's hurting so much now... if you don't help me... I can't try these underwear properly... the size will be all wrong... please akka... can you stroke my cock... just a little... help me cum... as my elder sister... please? I trust only you..."
My wife’s eyes darted from his throbbing cock to his face, then back, her boobs heaving faster over the kurti top, her large dark eyes wide with conflict, her voice coming out in a shaky, almost panicked whisper.
"Arjun... I am like your elder sister... I... I can help... but... this is... is this really okay? Won't it be wrong?"
Arjun made his face even sorrier, his eyes glistening as if on the verge of tears, his cock twitching visibly, more precum dripping slowly from the head onto the floor between them.
"Akka... if you really treat me as your little brother... you have to help me... please... I respect you more than anyone... I can't ask anyone else... if you don't stroke it... help me cum... it will stay like this... I can't wear anything... it will hurt all day... please akka... just this once... for your brother... please... I need you..." he begged, his voice cracking with fake desperation, but the raw emotion sounding so real, so heartbreaking to her kind, naive heart.
The other boys watched in stunned, breathless silence, their cocks rock hard and making huge boners in their underwear, eyes wide, mouths slightly open, breathing ragged, unable to believe Arjun had gone this far, their own cocks throbbing painfully as they stared at my wife’s shocked face, her boobs heaving rapidly over the kurti top, her ass cheeks shifting nervously on the small bench.
My wife’s large dark eyes filled with sympathy, tears threatening to spill, her naive heart melting at his pleading words, her boobs rising and falling quickly over the kurti top.
"Okay Arjun... as your elder sister... I will help you... don't be sad... I can't see you like this," she said softly, her voice trembling with emotion, reaching out hesitantly and wrapping her fingers around his hard cock, her hand warm and gentle, stroking slowly up and down his cock, squeezing lightly, her boobs heaving over the kurti top, her ass cheeks shifting as she leaned in closer, completely unaware of the raw, burning lust in all four boys’ eyes.
The other boys were shocked and insanely horny, their cocks throbbing harder in their underwear, precum soaking the front, their breathing heavy, watching my wife’s hand glide up and down Arjun’s cock, her innocent fingers stroking him, her boobs bouncing slightly with each movement, their minds exploding with desire, imagining her hand on their own cocks, her touch, her kindness turning into something filthy right in front of them.
I stood outside the trial room curtain, my cock throbbing violently inside my dhoti, leaking precum, the sight of my wife stroking Arjun’s exposed cock, her innocent hand gliding up and down, her boobs bouncing over the kurti top, her ass cheeks jiggling under her leggings, the other boys watching with huge boners, drove me wild with jealousy and filthy excitement, my balls aching as I stayed hidden, unable to look away.
The other boys watched my wife stroke Arjun’s cock, their cocks rock hard and making huge boners in their branded underwear, eyes wide, breathing heavy, hands frozen on their own underwear as they stared at my wife’s innocent fingers gliding up and down his thick cock, her boobs heaving over the kurti top, her ass cheeks shifting as she leaned in closer.
Arjun, feeling bolder, grabbed my wife’s face gently with both hands, tilting her head up so her large dark eyes met his, his cock throbbing in her hand, precum dripping from the head onto her fingers.
"Sudha akka... please... suck my cock... take it in your mouth... help me cum properly... as my elder sister... please... I need it so much," he begged, his voice low, trembling with fake desperation, his eyes pleading, his cock pulsing inches from her lips.
My wife’s eyes widened in horror, her cheeks instantly flaming red, her boobs rising sharply over the kurti top, her hand immediately yanking away from his cock as if burned, her whole body recoiling back, her voice rising in a shaky, firm refusal laced with panic and hurt.
"No Arjun... no... I will NOT suck your cock... I am like your elder sister... this is too much... stroking was already wrong... but putting it in my mouth... no... never... I can't... I won't... please stop asking... you're scaring me... this is not right... I love you like a brother... but I will not do that... please... don't make me," she said, her voice cracking, tears spilling down her cheeks, her large dark eyes wide with fear and betrayal, her pussy lips swelling under her white panties from the sudden overwhelming tension, her thick juicy thighs pressing tightly together, her boobs heaving rapidly over the kurti top, her plump ass cheeks clenching as she shifted back on the small bench.
Arjun’s face crumpled, his eyes glistening with crocodile tears, his cock still hard and pulsing in front of her face, his voice cracking with intensified emotional blackmail.
"Akka... if you don't help me by sucking my cock now... I will never talk to you again... I won't treat you like my sister... I will leave the college... I will disappear... please... I can't live without your help... if you really love me like a brother... if you care even a little... suck it... please akka... don't let me go... don't abandon me... I need you... please..." he pleaded, his voice breaking into sobs, tears streaming down his face, his cock twitching desperately as he leaned closer.
My wife stared at him, her large dark eyes flooding with fresh tears, her naive heart shattering at his threats, her sympathy clashing violently with her moral line, her voice trembling with pain and resolve.
"Arjun... I do love you... I care for you so much... but I can't suck your cock... I won't... that's crossing everything... I helped you by stroking... that's all I can give... please don't say you will leave... don't hurt me like this... I can't lose you... but I can't do that... please understand... I am begging you... stop asking... I can't... I won't... no matter how much you cry," she whispered, her voice breaking into quiet sobs, her boobs heaving over the kurti top, her plump ass cheeks shifting uncomfortably, her thick juicy thighs trembling, her hands clasped tightly in her lap refusing to touch him again.
Arjun’s tears fell harder, his cock still hard and throbbing, his voice desperate and cracking.
"Akka... please... just once... I respect you so much... I would die for you... if you don't... I don't know what I will do... please..." he pleaded, his voice barely holding together.
My wife shook her head slowly, tears streaming down her face, her large dark eyes full of sorrow and firm refusal.
"No Arjun... I can't... I love you... but I will not suck your cock... I won't... please don't make me choose... I can't... I am sorry," she said, her voice cracking with pain, her boobs rising and falling rapidly over the kurti top, her hands trembling in her lap.
The trial room fell into heavy, suffocating silence broken only by Arjun’s quiet sobs and the ragged breathing of the boys, their cocks still hard in their underwear, the tension thick and unbearable.
I stood outside the trial room curtain, my cock throbbing violently inside my dhoti, leaking precum, the sight of my wife on her knees refusing to suck Arjun’s cock, her tears, her firm no despite his emotional blackmail, her boobs heaving over the kurti top, her ass cheeks shifting nervously, drove me wild with jealousy, relief, pride, and filthy excitement, my balls aching as I stayed hidden, heart pounding, unable to look away.
The other boys watched my wife stroke Arjun’s cock, their cocks rock hard and making huge boners in their branded underwear, eyes wide, breathing heavy, hands frozen on their own underwear as they stared at my wife’s innocent fingers gliding up and down his thick cock, her boobs heaving over the kurti top, her ass cheeks shifting as she leaned in closer.
Arjun, feeling bolder, grabbed my wife’s face gently with both hands, tilting her head up so her large dark eyes met his, his cock throbbing in her hand, precum dripping from the head onto her fingers.
"Sudha akka... please... suck my cock... take it in your mouth... help me cum properly... as my elder sister... please... I need it so much," he begged, his voice low, trembling with fake desperation, his eyes pleading, his cock pulsing inches from her lips.
My wife’s eyes widened in shock, her cheeks burning red, her boobs rising sharply over the kurti top, her hand immediately stopping on his cock, pulling away completely, her voice firm and trembling with sudden resolve.
"No Arjun... I can't... I won't... I am your elder sister... stroking is already too much... sucking your cock... no... that's not right... I can't do that... please don't ask again," she said, her large dark eyes filling with tears of guilt and determination, her pussy lips swelling under her white panties, her thick juicy thighs pressing together nervously, her boobs heaving rapidly over the kurti top.
Arjun’s face fell, his eyes glistening as if he would cry, his cock still hard and pulsing in front of her face, his voice cracking with emotional blackmail.
"Akka... if you don't help me by sucking my cock now... I will never talk to you again... I won't treat you like my sister... I will even leave the college... please... I can't live without your help... if you really care for me... suck it... please akka... don't abandon me..." he begged, his voice breaking, tears in his eyes, his cock twitching desperately.
My wife looked at him, her large dark eyes filling with more tears, her naive heart aching at his threats, but her voice stayed firm, her hands clasping together in her lap, refusing to touch him again.
"Arjun... I love you like a brother... I care for you... but I can't suck your cock... that's too much... I helped you by stroking... that's all I can do... please don't say you will leave... don't hurt me like this... I can't... I won't," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion and sorrow, her boobs heaving over the kurti top, her plump ass cheeks shifting uncomfortably on the small bench, her thick juicy thighs trembling.
Arjun’s tears fell, his cock still hard and throbbing, his voice desperate.
"Akka... please... just once... I respect you so much... I would die for you... if you don't help me... I don't know what I will do... please..." he pleaded, his voice breaking completely.
My wife shook her head slowly, tears streaming down her cheeks, her large dark eyes full of pain and sympathy.
"No Arjun... I can't... I love you... but I can't do that... please understand... I am sorry," she said softly, her voice cracking, her boobs rising and falling rapidly over the kurti top, her hands trembling in her lap.
The trial room fell silent except for Arjun’s quiet sobs and the heavy breathing of the boys, their cocks still hard in their underwear, the tension thick and unbearable.
I stood outside the trial room curtain, my cock throbbing violently inside my dhoti, leaking precum, the sight of my wife refusing to suck Arjun’s cock, her tears, her firm no, her boobs heaving over the kurti top, her ass cheeks shifting nervously, drove me wild with jealousy, relief, and filthy excitement, my balls aching as I stayed hidden, heart pounding, unable to look away.
My wife laughed innocently, her boobs bouncing over her kurti top, her ass cheeks jiggling under her leggings, her thick juicy thighs rubbing together as she stood close to them in the small trial room.
"Look at all of you... big boners again... are you all thinking about your girlfriends so much? Naughty boys... so hard already," she teased playfully, her fingers brushing their underwear over their hard cocks, giggling as their cocks twitched under her touch.
Arjun, standing in tight black branded underwear, his cock fully erect and making a huge boner in the material, suddenly pulled his underwear down, letting it slide to his thighs, his hard cock springing free, thick and throbbing, the head glistening with precum.
Arjun lied to my wife with a shy face, his voice low and pleading.
"Sudha akka... I have this boner thinking about my girlfriend... it's too hard... if you don't help me... I can't try the underwear properly... the size matching will go wrong... please akka... can you stroke my cock... help me cum... or else it will be uncomfortable?"
My wife’s cheeks burned red, her large dark eyes wide with shock, her boobs heaving over the kurti top, her pussy lips swelling under her white panties from the sudden situation, her thick juicy thighs trembling slightly.
"Arjun... I am like your elder sister... I can... but... is it okay?" she whispered innocently, her voice trembling, her naive heart wanting to help him, thinking it was just sisterly comfort.
Arjun made a sorry face, his eyes pleading, his cock throbbing hard in front of her, precum dripping from the head.
"Akka... if you really treat me as your brother... you must help me... please... I respect you so much... I need your help... just stroke it... help me cum... please akka," he begged softly, his voice emotional and convincing.
His words sounded like pure help to my wife, her kind heart melting, her large dark eyes filling with sympathy, her boobs rising and falling over the kurti top.
"Okay Arjun... as your elder sister... I will help you... don't worry," she said softly, her voice trembling with emotion, reaching out and wrapping her fingers around his hard cock, stroking slowly, her hand gliding up and down his cock, squeezing lightly, her boobs heaving over the kurti top, her ass cheeks shifting as she leaned in.
The other boys were shocked and horny, their cocks rock hard and making huge boners in their underwear, eyes wide, breathing heavy, watching my wife stroke Arjun’s cock, their cocks throbbing painfully, precum soaking their branded underwear, their minds exploding with lust as they stared at her boobs, her ass cheeks, her thighs, imagining her hand on their cocks next.
Arjun was the boldest one among the boys. One day in the trial room of the expensive men’s undergarment showroom, while all four boys were there trying on branded underwear with my wife helping them decide the best fit, she was making fun of them and teasing them about thinking of their girlfriends and having boners.
My wife laughed innocently, her boobs bouncing over her kurti top, her ass cheeks jiggling under her leggings, her thick juicy thighs rubbing together as she stood close to them in the cramped trial room, the air thick with heat, tension, and the faint musk of arousal.
"Oh my god... all of you again with such big boners... what are your girlfriends doing to you boys? Look how hard you all are... it's almost too much," she teased, her voice light and playful but now carrying a slight nervous edge, her fingers brushing over their underwear, tracing the hard outlines of their cocks, giggling softly as each cock jerked violently under her touch, the fabric stretching taut.
The boys exchanged quick, heated glances, their breathing shallow and uneven, their cocks throbbing painfully in the tight branded underwear, the room suddenly feeling smaller, hotter, suffocating with unspoken desire.
Arjun, standing in tight black branded underwear, his cock fully erect and making a huge boner in the material, suddenly hooked his thumbs into the waistband and pulled his underwear down slowly, deliberately, inch by inch, letting it slide to his thighs. His hard cock sprang free, thick and veiny, the head swollen dark and glistening with precum, standing straight and pulsing heavily in front of her face.
My wife gasped sharply, her cheeks instantly flaming red, her large dark eyes locked on his exposed cock in pure shock, her boobs rising sharply over the kurti top, her breath catching in her throat.
"Arjun... what... what are you doing?" she whispered, her voice trembling, barely above a breath, her pussy lips swelling under her white panties, her thick juicy thighs pressing together instinctively.
Arjun looked at her with a shy, pleading face, his voice low, shaky, but thick with need, stepping half a step closer so his cock hovered inches from her hand.
"Sudha akka... see how big it is... thinking about my girlfriend made it this hard... it's hurting so much now... if you don't help me... I can't try these underwear properly... the size will be all wrong... please akka... can you stroke my cock... just a little... help me cum... as my elder sister... please? I trust only you..."
My wife’s eyes darted from his throbbing cock to his face, then back, her boobs heaving faster over the kurti top, her large dark eyes wide with conflict, her voice coming out in a shaky, almost panicked whisper.
"Arjun... I am like your elder sister... I... I can help... but... this is... is this really okay? Won't it be wrong?"
Arjun made his face even sorrier, his eyes glistening as if on the verge of tears, his cock twitching visibly, more precum dripping slowly from the head onto the floor between them.
"Akka... if you really treat me as your little brother... you have to help me... please... I respect you more than anyone... I can't ask anyone else... if you don't stroke it... help me cum... it will stay like this... I can't wear anything... it will hurt all day... please akka... just this once... for your brother... please... I need you..." he begged, his voice cracking with fake desperation, but the raw emotion sounding so real, so heartbreaking to her kind, naive heart.
The other boys watched in stunned, breathless silence, their cocks rock hard and making huge boners in their underwear, eyes wide, mouths slightly open, breathing ragged, unable to believe Arjun had gone this far, their own cocks throbbing painfully as they stared at my wife’s shocked face, her boobs heaving rapidly over the kurti top, her ass cheeks shifting nervously on the small bench.
My wife’s large dark eyes filled with sympathy, tears threatening to spill, her naive heart melting at his pleading words, her boobs rising and falling quickly over the kurti top.
"Okay Arjun... as your elder sister... I will help you... don't be sad... I can't see you like this," she said softly, her voice trembling with emotion, reaching out hesitantly and wrapping her fingers around his hard cock, her hand warm and gentle, stroking slowly up and down his cock, squeezing lightly, her boobs heaving over the kurti top, her ass cheeks shifting as she leaned in closer, completely unaware of the raw, burning lust in all four boys’ eyes.
The other boys were shocked and insanely horny, their cocks throbbing harder in their underwear, precum soaking the front, their breathing heavy, watching my wife’s hand glide up and down Arjun’s cock, her innocent fingers stroking him, her boobs bouncing slightly with each movement, their minds exploding with desire, imagining her hand on their own cocks, her touch, her kindness turning into something filthy right in front of them.
I stood outside the trial room curtain, my cock throbbing violently inside my dhoti, leaking precum, the sight of my wife stroking Arjun’s exposed cock, her innocent hand gliding up and down, her boobs bouncing over the kurti top, her ass cheeks jiggling under her leggings, the other boys watching with huge boners, drove me wild with jealousy and filthy excitement, my balls aching as I stayed hidden, unable to look away.
The other boys watched my wife stroke Arjun’s cock, their cocks rock hard and making huge boners in their branded underwear, eyes wide, breathing heavy, hands frozen on their own underwear as they stared at my wife’s innocent fingers gliding up and down his thick cock, her boobs heaving over the kurti top, her ass cheeks shifting as she leaned in closer.
Arjun, feeling bolder, grabbed my wife’s face gently with both hands, tilting her head up so her large dark eyes met his, his cock throbbing in her hand, precum dripping from the head onto her fingers.
"Sudha akka... please... suck my cock... take it in your mouth... help me cum properly... as my elder sister... please... I need it so much," he begged, his voice low, trembling with fake desperation, his eyes pleading, his cock pulsing inches from her lips.
My wife’s eyes widened in horror, her cheeks instantly flaming red, her boobs rising sharply over the kurti top, her hand immediately yanking away from his cock as if burned, her whole body recoiling back, her voice rising in a shaky, firm refusal laced with panic and hurt.
"No Arjun... no... I will NOT suck your cock... I am like your elder sister... this is too much... stroking was already wrong... but putting it in my mouth... no... never... I can't... I won't... please stop asking... you're scaring me... this is not right... I love you like a brother... but I will not do that... please... don't make me," she said, her voice cracking, tears spilling down her cheeks, her large dark eyes wide with fear and betrayal, her pussy lips swelling under her white panties from the sudden overwhelming tension, her thick juicy thighs pressing tightly together, her boobs heaving rapidly over the kurti top, her plump ass cheeks clenching as she shifted back on the small bench.
Arjun’s face crumpled, his eyes glistening with crocodile tears, his cock still hard and pulsing in front of her face, his voice cracking with intensified emotional blackmail.
"Akka... if you don't help me by sucking my cock now... I will never talk to you again... I won't treat you like my sister... I will leave the college... I will disappear... please... I can't live without your help... if you really love me like a brother... if you care even a little... suck it... please akka... don't let me go... don't abandon me... I need you... please..." he pleaded, his voice breaking into sobs, tears streaming down his face, his cock twitching desperately as he leaned closer.
My wife stared at him, her large dark eyes flooding with fresh tears, her naive heart shattering at his threats, her sympathy clashing violently with her moral line, her voice trembling with pain and resolve.
"Arjun... I do love you... I care for you so much... but I can't suck your cock... I won't... that's crossing everything... I helped you by stroking... that's all I can give... please don't say you will leave... don't hurt me like this... I can't lose you... but I can't do that... please understand... I am begging you... stop asking... I can't... I won't... no matter how much you cry," she whispered, her voice breaking into quiet sobs, her boobs heaving over the kurti top, her plump ass cheeks shifting uncomfortably, her thick juicy thighs trembling, her hands clasped tightly in her lap refusing to touch him again.
Arjun’s tears fell harder, his cock still hard and throbbing, his voice desperate and cracking.
"Akka... please... just once... I respect you so much... I would die for you... if you don't... I don't know what I will do... please..." he pleaded, his voice barely holding together.
My wife shook her head slowly, tears streaming down her face, her large dark eyes full of sorrow and firm refusal.
"No Arjun... I can't... I love you... but I will not suck your cock... I won't... please don't make me choose... I can't... I am sorry," she said, her voice cracking with pain, her boobs rising and falling rapidly over the kurti top, her hands trembling in her lap.
The trial room fell into heavy, suffocating silence broken only by Arjun’s quiet sobs and the ragged breathing of the boys, their cocks still hard in their underwear, the tension thick and unbearable.
I stood outside the trial room curtain, my cock throbbing violently inside my dhoti, leaking precum, the sight of my wife on her knees refusing to suck Arjun’s cock, her tears, her firm no despite his emotional blackmail, her boobs heaving over the kurti top, her ass cheeks shifting nervously, drove me wild with jealousy, relief, pride, and filthy excitement, my balls aching as I stayed hidden, heart pounding, unable to look away.
The other boys watched my wife stroke Arjun’s cock, their cocks rock hard and making huge boners in their branded underwear, eyes wide, breathing heavy, hands frozen on their own underwear as they stared at my wife’s innocent fingers gliding up and down his thick cock, her boobs heaving over the kurti top, her ass cheeks shifting as she leaned in closer.
Arjun, feeling bolder, grabbed my wife’s face gently with both hands, tilting her head up so her large dark eyes met his, his cock throbbing in her hand, precum dripping from the head onto her fingers.
"Sudha akka... please... suck my cock... take it in your mouth... help me cum properly... as my elder sister... please... I need it so much," he begged, his voice low, trembling with fake desperation, his eyes pleading, his cock pulsing inches from her lips.
My wife’s eyes widened in shock, her cheeks burning red, her boobs rising sharply over the kurti top, her hand immediately stopping on his cock, pulling away completely, her voice firm and trembling with sudden resolve.
"No Arjun... I can't... I won't... I am your elder sister... stroking is already too much... sucking your cock... no... that's not right... I can't do that... please don't ask again," she said, her large dark eyes filling with tears of guilt and determination, her pussy lips swelling under her white panties, her thick juicy thighs pressing together nervously, her boobs heaving rapidly over the kurti top.
Arjun’s face fell, his eyes glistening as if he would cry, his cock still hard and pulsing in front of her face, his voice cracking with emotional blackmail.
"Akka... if you don't help me by sucking my cock now... I will never talk to you again... I won't treat you like my sister... I will even leave the college... please... I can't live without your help... if you really care for me... suck it... please akka... don't abandon me..." he begged, his voice breaking, tears in his eyes, his cock twitching desperately.
My wife looked at him, her large dark eyes filling with more tears, her naive heart aching at his threats, but her voice stayed firm, her hands clasping together in her lap, refusing to touch him again.
"Arjun... I love you like a brother... I care for you... but I can't suck your cock... that's too much... I helped you by stroking... that's all I can do... please don't say you will leave... don't hurt me like this... I can't... I won't," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion and sorrow, her boobs heaving over the kurti top, her plump ass cheeks shifting uncomfortably on the small bench, her thick juicy thighs trembling.
Arjun’s tears fell, his cock still hard and throbbing, his voice desperate.
"Akka... please... just once... I respect you so much... I would die for you... if you don't help me... I don't know what I will do... please..." he pleaded, his voice breaking completely.
My wife shook her head slowly, tears streaming down her cheeks, her large dark eyes full of pain and sympathy.
"No Arjun... I can't... I love you... but I can't do that... please understand... I am sorry," she said softly, her voice cracking, her boobs rising and falling rapidly over the kurti top, her hands trembling in her lap.
The trial room fell silent except for Arjun’s quiet sobs and the heavy breathing of the boys, their cocks still hard in their underwear, the tension thick and unbearable.
I stood outside the trial room curtain, my cock throbbing violently inside my dhoti, leaking precum, the sight of my wife refusing to suck Arjun’s cock, her tears, her firm no, her boobs heaving over the kurti top, her ass cheeks shifting nervously, drove me wild with jealousy, relief, and filthy excitement, my balls aching as I stayed hidden, heart pounding, unable to look away.
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