08-08-2026, 01:47 PM
Even then, I said nothing; instead, I sucked on Neeru’s ugly, dark lips and let him fuck me.
Driven by Neeru’s thrusting and the intensity of the act, I reached my climax. The walls of my Choot (pussy) contracted and released their fluids, and I went limp, letting my head fall to the side. Produced by Maitri.
A short while later, Neeru pulled his Lund (cock) out of my wet Choot (pussy), climbed over me, and said,
“Madam... open your mouth, quick.”
I protested, “No... Not in my mouth.”
But as he moved over me, a powerful jet of semen shot from his dirty, dark Lund (cock) and splattered onto my face. Just as I opened my mouth to speak, Neeru thrust his spurting Lund (cock) inside; without stopping, he emptied the rest of his load directly into my open mouth.
Even as I thrashed my head about, I was forced to swallow the semen down my throat.
Neeru’s Lund (cock) jerked inside my mouth as it released its load, the semen flowing straight down my throat and into my stomach.
Realizing that resistance was futile, I began sucking his Lund (cock) myself, draining it of every last drop of semen.
Exhausted, Neeru collapsed onto the sofa beside me, rested his head on my shoulder, and said,
“Madam... I really enjoyed fucking you today.”
Hearing this, my face flushed red with embarrassment. Edited by Funlover.
Neeru picked up a photo frame from the side table next to the sofa and gazed at it. The frame held a picture from my wedding to Saud; I was dressed as a bride, looking stunning in a maroon wedding outfit. Neeru kept looking at my picture and said,
“Madam... you look lovely in that wedding outfit. I wish I could have seen you in it on your wedding day; that would have been amazing.”
Hearing this, I blushed and asked,
“So, do you not like the way I look right now, complete naked?”
He kissed my cheek and pulled my nipples and said,
“No, Madam... that’s not it at all.”
“Well, what would you have done if you’d seen me as a bride?”
Neeru replied, “Madam... I would have made you my bride.”
I laughed and said,
“Have you seen your own face? You never even wash up, yet you talk about making me your bride.”
I asked again,
“Neeru... why do you stay so dirty?”
Neeru said, “Sorry, Madam... I’ll bathe properly and come tomorrow; that’ll be fine, right?”
Blushing, I rested my face against his dirty chest, kissed it, and said,
“No... There’s no need to bathe. You look just fine, dirty as you are.” And to myself, I thought, *“I’ve grown to love both you and your filth; your dirty scent actually turns me on even more now.”
Neeru laughed at my words, wrapped his arm tightly around me, pulled me close against his body, and began kissing my cheeks.
My eyes fell on the clock, and I saw that it was nearly three o'clock, time for Saud to arrive. We had completely lost track of time while making love. I nudged him to get up and said,
“Come on, stop talking and get out of here... everyone will be arriving soon, and if they see their bride in your arms like this, you’re done for. All I did was sticking a finger up your ass...”
Neeru got up, picked up his clothes from the sofa, put them on, and started to leave; I walked him to the inner door, naked, and he bent down, sucked my nipple, and pulled out my nipples like a rubber once, and stepped out.
I went back to the kitchen, grabbed my clothes, and headed to my room and into the bathroom.
That asshole Neeru had completely worn my body out again today. He had fucked me so hard and so thoroughly that I didn't have the strength left to take another Lund (cock). His Lund (cock) had left a mix of pain and satisfaction deep within my Choot (pussy). You could say my Choot (pussy) was swollen from the pounding his Lund (cock) had delivered, and my Gaand (ass) was burning too. But those moments had given me a strange kind of pleasure and erotic thrill, and, above all, a deeply satisfying servicing of both my holes. I was grateful to Neeru and his Lund (cock) for that. The mere thought of it made my Choot (pussy) gush with juices all over again. Created by Patel.
That night, as Saud and I lay down to sleep, I found myself thinking of Neeru once more.
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That's it for the day friends.
The NEXT will be after receipt of your valued comments.
Until then Maitri Patel wishes you JAY BHARAT.
Driven by Neeru’s thrusting and the intensity of the act, I reached my climax. The walls of my Choot (pussy) contracted and released their fluids, and I went limp, letting my head fall to the side. Produced by Maitri.
A short while later, Neeru pulled his Lund (cock) out of my wet Choot (pussy), climbed over me, and said,
“Madam... open your mouth, quick.”
I protested, “No... Not in my mouth.”
But as he moved over me, a powerful jet of semen shot from his dirty, dark Lund (cock) and splattered onto my face. Just as I opened my mouth to speak, Neeru thrust his spurting Lund (cock) inside; without stopping, he emptied the rest of his load directly into my open mouth.
Even as I thrashed my head about, I was forced to swallow the semen down my throat.
Neeru’s Lund (cock) jerked inside my mouth as it released its load, the semen flowing straight down my throat and into my stomach.
Realizing that resistance was futile, I began sucking his Lund (cock) myself, draining it of every last drop of semen.
Exhausted, Neeru collapsed onto the sofa beside me, rested his head on my shoulder, and said,
“Madam... I really enjoyed fucking you today.”
Hearing this, my face flushed red with embarrassment. Edited by Funlover.
Neeru picked up a photo frame from the side table next to the sofa and gazed at it. The frame held a picture from my wedding to Saud; I was dressed as a bride, looking stunning in a maroon wedding outfit. Neeru kept looking at my picture and said,
“Madam... you look lovely in that wedding outfit. I wish I could have seen you in it on your wedding day; that would have been amazing.”
Hearing this, I blushed and asked,
“So, do you not like the way I look right now, complete naked?”
He kissed my cheek and pulled my nipples and said,
“No, Madam... that’s not it at all.”
“Well, what would you have done if you’d seen me as a bride?”
Neeru replied, “Madam... I would have made you my bride.”
I laughed and said,
“Have you seen your own face? You never even wash up, yet you talk about making me your bride.”
I asked again,
“Neeru... why do you stay so dirty?”
Neeru said, “Sorry, Madam... I’ll bathe properly and come tomorrow; that’ll be fine, right?”
Blushing, I rested my face against his dirty chest, kissed it, and said,
“No... There’s no need to bathe. You look just fine, dirty as you are.” And to myself, I thought, *“I’ve grown to love both you and your filth; your dirty scent actually turns me on even more now.”
Neeru laughed at my words, wrapped his arm tightly around me, pulled me close against his body, and began kissing my cheeks.
My eyes fell on the clock, and I saw that it was nearly three o'clock, time for Saud to arrive. We had completely lost track of time while making love. I nudged him to get up and said,
“Come on, stop talking and get out of here... everyone will be arriving soon, and if they see their bride in your arms like this, you’re done for. All I did was sticking a finger up your ass...”
Neeru got up, picked up his clothes from the sofa, put them on, and started to leave; I walked him to the inner door, naked, and he bent down, sucked my nipple, and pulled out my nipples like a rubber once, and stepped out.
I went back to the kitchen, grabbed my clothes, and headed to my room and into the bathroom.
That asshole Neeru had completely worn my body out again today. He had fucked me so hard and so thoroughly that I didn't have the strength left to take another Lund (cock). His Lund (cock) had left a mix of pain and satisfaction deep within my Choot (pussy). You could say my Choot (pussy) was swollen from the pounding his Lund (cock) had delivered, and my Gaand (ass) was burning too. But those moments had given me a strange kind of pleasure and erotic thrill, and, above all, a deeply satisfying servicing of both my holes. I was grateful to Neeru and his Lund (cock) for that. The mere thought of it made my Choot (pussy) gush with juices all over again. Created by Patel.
That night, as Saud and I lay down to sleep, I found myself thinking of Neeru once more.
**********************************…………..
That's it for the day friends.
The NEXT will be after receipt of your valued comments.
Until then Maitri Patel wishes you JAY BHARAT.
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