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The taste of Neeru’s foul mouth and his filthy saliva were mingling with the taste in my own mouth. Seeing me chewing the paan that had come from his mouth, Neeru said,

“Madam-ji, this paan has gone completely dry now, hasn't it? Open your mouth; let me moisten it a bit—then you’ll really enjoy it.”
 
As he said this, Neeru pursed his lips and leaned them towards my mouth.
 
I knew Neeru wanted to spit into my mouth and deposit his saliva there. Yet, without offering any resistance or refusal, I opened my mouth wide and gazed directly into Neeru’s eyes and at his filthy, dark lips.
 
A stream of reddish saliva trickled from Neeru’s lips and fell straight onto my tongue in a thick, viscous thread. Simultaneously, the taste of his foul mouth flooded my own. Assisted by Sauni Patel.
 
I closed my lips to swallow the saliva that was flowing from my tongue towards my throat, but the flow from Neeru’s mouth didn't stop; consequently, some of it spilled onto my lips. After swallowing the saliva that had reached my throat, I looked into Neeru’s eyes while using my tongue to lick the saliva off my lips, taking every last bit of it into my mouth.
 
Just like before, Neeru was unshaven today. I wrapped my fair, bangle-clad arms around Neeru’s neck, pulled his face towards mine, and began to kiss him.
 
I stuck out my pink tongue and began licking Neeru’s filthy, dark lips. Then, I started sucking on his dirty lips. I took Neeru's lower lip into my mouth and began to kiss it. At the same time, I pulled him towards me, pressing my arms firmly against his neck. After kissing and licking Neeru's dark, grimy lips, I moved to his dirty cheeks and began kissing the rough, stubbly skin. Then, my tongue traced the line of his unshaven growth as I licked his soiled cheeks.
 
I ran my tongue over his lips and then thoroughly licked his chin, coating it with saliva. Continuing in this manner, I moved my tongue all over his face.
 
As I licked Neeru's dirty face, the taste of his sweat and grime filled my mouth.
 
Neeru then stuck out his tongue, and it met mine; our tongues clashed and intertwined. Edited by Funlover.
 
At times, I would take his dark red tongue into my mouth, and at others, he would take my pink tongue into his and suck on it. While kissing Neeru, I reached down, undid his lungi, and let it drop onto the carpet.
 
I then grasped his naked, dark Lund (cock) in my hand and began to stroke it.
 
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As soon as Neeru’s stiff, dark, and grimy Lund (cock) came into my hands, he began sucking on my tongue and lips with even greater passion.

When Neeru squeezed my breasts over my dupatta and choli, I asked,
 
“Shall I take off my dupatta?” Edited by Funlover.
 
Neeru replied,
 
“No, Madam-ji; today, you will suck my Lund (cock) while dressed exactly like this; as a bride; and give me the pleasure of having such a lovely bride service my Lund (cock).”
 
Neeru was wearing nothing but a filthy shirt.
 
He stepped back, took off the shirt; which was blackened with grime; and tossed it onto the carpet. Now, Neeru’s dark, unwashed body was completely naked before my eyes and within reach of my touch. Sweat was trickling through the light hair on his chest, and patches of dark dirt were visible here and there.
 
As I gazed at his naked form, my long, beautifully manicured nails began to trace patterns over his dark skin. The sight of my fair, mehndi -adorned hands; with their striking red-painted nails; against his dark chest created a fascinating contrast. Assisted by Sauni Patel.
 
I kissed Neeru’s lips once more, and then moved downwards, kissing his chin. I planted a kiss on his neck and gently licked away the sweat. Then, I continued downwards, kissing and licking his chest. When I spotted his dark, thick, and grimy nipple, I kissed it, took it between my lipstick-coated lips, and began to suck gently. Then, I started licking it with my tongue.
 
Neeru’s small nipple hardened under the touch of my tongue and lips. I took his nipple between my teeth and began to nibble gently. Neeru writhed and tried to pull me into his arms, but I pulled back and started moving downwards, kissing his stomach. When his navel; hidden amidst the hair on his belly; came into view, I couldn't stop myself from dipping my tongue into it; it was filled with nothing but grime and sweat.
 
After thoroughly swirling my tongue in the depths of his navel, I let a drop of saliva fall into it and watched. As the saliva trickled into the deep hollow, I swirled it around with the tip of my tongue and licked the area clean once more.
 
Now, dressed as a bride, I was kneeling at Neeru's feet. His naked, dark Lund (cock) was hardening and moving towards my mouth. Its pungent, strong odor was revolting. Below his navel, the thick patch of hair above his Lund (cock) was turning white with sweat in several places. Product of Maitri Patel.
 
Neeru placed his hand on my head and pushed it down; my lips brushed against the hair above his Lund (cock), and the foul smell filled my nostrils. At the same time, those coarse hairs began poking into my mouth and nose. There was sweat all around his Lund (cock), and the stench of urine and sweat made me feel like I was suffocating, yet I was compelled to suck my new groom's Lund (cock).
 
I grasped Neeru's dirty, dark Lund (cock) in my fair, henna-adorned hand and began to stroke it up and down. The head of his Lund (cock) would peek out from the foreskin and then slip back inside.
 
When I used both hands to push the foreskin down, the dark purple head of his dark-skinned Lund (cock) emerged, and I noticed some whitish substance clinging to it. Just as I was examining Neeru’s Lund (cock), he placed his hand on my head and said,
 
“Madam, please suck your groom’s Lund (cock).”
 
Neeru’s dark, dirty Lund (cock) presented a striking contrast against my fair hands, which were adorned with henna.
 
For a few moments, I gazed at that dark serpent in my fair hands; then, looking up at Neeru, I leaned forward slightly and planted a gentle kiss on the dark purple head of his Lund (cock) with my lipstick-coated lips.

 
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As I kissed Neeru's Lund (cock), a strange sensation washed over me once again.

I slowly began to kiss the deep-purple head of his Lund (cock). I placed the tip of my tongue against the tiny opening at the end and started to work it inside. There was nothing there but grime; and perhaps a drop of urine; the taste of which registered on my tongue. I began licking the head of his Lund (cock), and the saliva from my mouth thoroughly wet the tip.
 
Just below the head, around the ridge-like area, a whitish substance had accumulated. While licking the head, I started licking that area too, and the white substance came off his Lund (cock) and into my mouth. It had a very strange, unpleasant taste. Yet, I licked it all away, cleaning it thoroughly and swallowing it all. A creativity of Maitri Patel.
 
Then, I took the head of his Lund (cock) between my lips and began to suck on it. As I sucked and swirled my tongue over the tip, a sharp hiss escaped Neeru's lips;
“sssssssssssssssssssssssssssss mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmaaaaaaaaaaaadaaaaaaaaaaaammmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm ggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg…”
While sucking the head of his Lund (cock), I glanced up and saw him looking right at me. Catching his gaze, I lightly nipped the head of his Lund (cock) with my teeth, causing him to jolt. And smiling, I started sucking his Lund (cock) again.
 
Neeru applied a little pressure and began pushing his Lund (cock) into my mouth. Like a dutiful bride, I offered no resistance and let him gradually push it deeper. I reached down with one hand and cupped his dark, swarthy balls.
 
I began running my fingernails over his dark scrotum. Neeru held my head with both hands and slowly started thrusting his Lund (cock) into my mouth. He began fucking my mouth, moving his Lund (cock) in and out. It went deep enough to hit the back of my throat, but instead of stopping him, I let him continue fully. With Assistance from Sauni Patel.
 
The musky scent of sweat and the raw, earthy smell surrounding his Lund (cock) clung to my lips, yet I kept sucking while playing with his balls. I moved one hand from his balls to his thick, dark thighs for support, gripping his legs to steady myself against the force of his thrusts.
 
When I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the mirrors on the side wall, I froze in awe. There I was; a stunning, beautifully adorned bride sitting on the carpet; holding the Lund (cock) of a dark, beast-like man in my fair, henna-stained hands, with his head deep inside my mouth. For a few moments, I forgot to suck Neeru’s Lund (cock) and simply stared at the scene in the mirror. I snapped back to reality only when Neeru grabbed my face, gave a sharp thrust, and drove his Lund (cock) deep into my mouth, all the way to the back of my throat. Edited by Funlover.
 
Startled, I opened my mouth a little wider to accommodate his Lund (cock). It was plunging deep into my throat and pulling back, the speed of his thrusts increasing rapidly. The sensation of his Lund (cock) hitting the back of my throat made me gag, so I pulled it out of my mouth.
 
Neeru gripped the base of his Lund (cock) and, while stroking it, began slapping its deep purple head against my cheeks.
 
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Very very hot first night.
Neeru got enjoying.
Every word is erotic .
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Very very hot updates, erotic first night.
The fact that she is doing all those with concent is making it more hot.

Keep the same pace and waiting for more.

I’m glad that you’re enjoying it! 

The fact that everything is happening with clear consent definitely adds to the intensity. 

I’ll keep the same pace and build the temperament naturally.

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I was looking at him. Then, he began thrusting his Lund (cock) forcefully against my lips.

“Madam-ji, stick out your tongue.”
 
I stuck my tongue all the way out. Neeru started tapping the head of his Lund (cock) against my tongue. Once I caught my breath, Neeru thrust his Lund (cock) back into my mouth.
 
My hands were on Neeru’s dark, firm, naked buttocks as I kept sucking on his Lund (cock), which he was moving in and out of my mouth. As the pace of Neeru’s thrusts quickened, I felt like he was about to release his load. Yet, for some reason, I didn't pull his Lund (cock) out of my mouth or stop him from ejaculating inside; I simply let him continue with what he was doing.
 
Perhaps, deep down, the thought that I was his bride today was on my mind. Having worn the mangalsutra he placed on me and having him apply the vermilion to my hair parting, I had truly become his wife and bride. By virtue of that, he had every right to do whatever he pleased with me and use my body however he wished.
 
That is why, with my face held in his dark, rough hands and his thick, dark Lund (cock) filling my mouth, I just kept gazing into his eyes. Suddenly, I snapped out of my reverie when Neeru, with a low growl, thrust his entire Lund (cock) deep into my mouth; all the way to the back of my throat. And this time, instead of pulling it out, he held it there. Crafted by Maitri Patel.
 
Amidst guttural sounds of "aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm,"
 
his Lund (cock) began spewing his semen right into my throat. Pulling Neeru’s hips towards me and taking even more of his Lund (cock) into my mouth, I began swallowing his semen. Once again, that semen; with its foul, dirty taste; was filling my mouth. Neeru’s Lund (cock) was spurting so much semen that, even as I sucked it down, it overflowed and trickled out from the corners of my mouth.
 
Neeru’s Lund (cock) was still throbbing inside my mouth, and I was sucking it vigorously; much like one sucks the last drops from a bottle through a straw. I wanted to take every single drop of semen from his dark, dirty Lund (cock) into my mouth.
 
After sucking Neeru’s Lund (cock) for a few more moments, I pulled it out of my mouth; smiling at him, I took the head of his Lund (cock) between my lips one last time, sucked it briefly, and then let go. Neeru placed his hands on my shoulders, lifted me to my feet, and, looking into my eyes, said,
 
“Madam-ji, you are wonderful.” Assisted by Sauni Patel.
 
He was gazing at my face, watching the semen that had spilled from the corners of my mouth and was trickling down towards my throat. Neeru looked at me, then leaned in and kissed my lips. He then extended his tongue and began licking up the semen that had run down the sides of my mouth.
 
Tracing the corners of my lips and licking the trail of semen, he moved down to my throat and cleaned it all away.
 
Sometimes, I marvel at just how filthy and gross a man Neeru is; willing to drink the very semen that had just come out of his own Lund (cock). But this vile person would make me just as filthy as himself and force me to engage in sordid acts.
 
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Neeru licked the semen off himself and then thrust his tongue into my mouth, forcing me to taste and swallow it.

For some reason, I took his rough tongue between my lips and began to suck on it. Neeru’s tongue probed deep into my mouth, as if he wanted to lick away even the last traces of his own fluids from within me.
 
Clinging to his naked body, I continued sucking his tongue while my hands wrapped around his bare waist, caressing him. It felt as though I was holding the most handsome and beautiful man in the world in my arms, not a lowly sweeper or sanitation worker.
 
By now, the foul odor rising from his body didn't bother me at all.
 
Neeru removed the hairpin from my hair, took off my heavily embroidered dupatta, and set it aside on the bed. Then, he began kissing my cheeks and neck. I wrapped my arms around his neck again and responded to his kisses with all my heart. Assisted by Sauni Patel.
 
Gradually, Neeru moved down from my face; he leaned in and began kissing my boobs and cleavage, which were visible through the deep neckline of my choli. My tight brassiere had pressed my boobs firmly together, creating a deep, tight cleft between them. After kissing that deep valley, Neeru slid his thick, dark, and grimy finger into the cleft and began tracing it downwards, pressing deep inside. While sucking my lower lip between his own dark, rough, and thick lips, Neeru began moving his finger up and down the cleavage between my boobs.
His dark finger created a striking contrast against the backdrop of my fair-skinned boobs.
 
After a moment, Neeru leaned in and pressed his dark, dirty tongue into the deep cleft between my tight boobs, pushing it inwards. He caught a small portion of my boob flesh between his teeth and gave it a gentle nip.
I hissed,
“sssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss Neeruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu”
 
And then he pulled his teeth away. Directed by FunLover.
 
A red mark had formed on my boob, clearly showing the imprint of his teeth in the center.
 
I said,
 
“What are you doing? Don't bite... If your sir sees this, what answer will I give them?”
 
Neeru grinned, revealing his yellow teeth, and said,
 
“Madam-ji, just say that your husband bit you. And my husband has the right to bite me wherever he pleases. Don't forget, I am your husband too, even if I am the second one.”
 
I smiled at his words.
 
He said,

“Yes, Madam-ji; from today onwards, 'Saahab' is your husband, and I am your husband (Pati) too. You’ll have to keep both of us happy now.”
 
I laughed and said,
 
“Don't talk so much... I’m not going to do any of those things you're suggesting.”
 
Neeru knelt down and began unhooking my lehenga.
 
I let him remove the skirt, and the very next moment, I was standing before that dark-skinned sweeper, clad only in my panties and choli. My fair legs were bare, and my maroon panties were exposed to his gaze. While sitting on the floor, Neeru began running his dark, rough, and calloused hands over my smooth, fair legs, stroking them from top to bottom. As he caressed my smooth legs, he leaned in, kissed my fair thigh with his grimy lips, and said,
 
“Madam, your thighs feel incredibly smooth today... I swear.”
 
I smiled and, running my fingers through his hair, matted with dirt and grime, I said,
 
“I went to a special salon today just for you and got a full massage. Look at my body, white as milk, soft as butter, and flawless as marble... whereas your body is hard as stone and black and filthy like coal.” A product of Maitri Patel.
 
Licking my thigh with his tongue, Neeru said,
 
“Madam, I’ve always said you are a wonderful person. I never even dreamed of sleeping with a lovely girl like you... yet in reality, you gave everything to a filthy man like me.”
 
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I smiled and pulled Niru’s head toward my Choot (pussy) with both hands; my fingers got tangled in his thick, oily hair. Niru was sitting between my thighs, his eyes fixed on my crotch. He pressed his nose against my Choot (pussy), right over my maroon panties, and took deep, audible inhalations.

“Madam... uff... your Choot (pussy) smells so lovely and sexy. It’s an intoxicating scent... sweet, salty, and the true essence of a woman.”
 
Niru’s voice had turned deep and lustful. Smiling, I bit my lower lip. My Choot (pussy) was already wet; the fabric of my panties was clinging to my labia.
 
Niru gripped the elastic of my panties with his thick, dark fingers and, looking up at me, said, “Madam, shall I take off your panties? They’re completely soaked... your juices have soaked right into them. This pair has really absorbed the best of it.” Produced by Maitri Patel.
 
Laughing, I gave his head a playful tap and said,
 
“Did you ask me when you took off my clothes yesterday? Did you ask for permission before doing anything back then? Just go ahead without asking now... do whatever you feel like.”
 
Niru grinned, revealing his stained teeth; there was a mischievous glint in his eyes. Then, he began pulling down my maroon panties. They slid slowly down my fair, smooth thighs. As soon as my Choot (pussy) was completely exposed, a long hiss escaped Niru’s lips,
“Ssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss… Oye hoyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy… Madam-jigggggggg… this Choot (pussy)… ufffffffffffffffffff… you’ve killed me, Madam-ji… you’ve absolutely killed me… so beautiful, so pink, so soft… and this mehndi… uff… it’s like magic.”
 
Niru’s eyes widened. He was staring intently at my Choot (pussy). There was a faint mehndi pattern on it, a beautiful triangular design at the top, beneath which my pink, plump labia lay fully exposed. The mehndi made my Choot (pussy) look even more alluring; the delicate lines, though slightly faded by now, still looked incredibly sexy. My labia were already swollen, glistening with sticky juices. Directed by Funlover.
 
Niru slowly slid my panties down to my ankles. I lifted my legs one by one, kicked the panties off completely, and tossed them aside. Now, the only thing covering my torso was a skimpy choli that barely contained my large, heavy breasts; my nipples were clearly visible, pressing against the fabric.
 
Niru gently placed his thick, dark fingers on my Choot (pussy). His fingers grazed the mehndi patterns. As soon as they touched the upper part of my Choot (pussy), waves of pleasure surged through my body. My hips arched upward instinctively.
 
“Aahhhhh… Niru… my… Choot (pussy)…” I moaned softly.
 
Niru was kneeling between my thighs. Sobbing, I grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked it hard, forcing his face upward. He looked at me. I remembered his earlier actions; pursing my lips, I prepared to spit.
 
Niru understood immediately. He opened his mouth, that filthy, yellowed maw reeking of cigarettes and paan. I gathered saliva in my mouth and spat it out. A thick, white globule of spit dangled from my lips before dropping toward his mouth; he kept it open, and the saliva landed straight onto his red tongue.
 
Niru closed his mouth and swallowed it.
 
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Neeru is enjoying with her fully in all ways he like.Hot and filthy Neeru.

Is Neeru enjoying himself or is Dr. Sana enjoying herself? 

It's hard to determine. 

I think Dr. Sana is enjoying her inner desires. 

Do you agree with me?

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“And…” I said, gathering saliva in my mouth and spitting it out again. This time, the spit landed on his cheek, right next to his nose. I placed my hand on his face and began smearing the saliva all over it; his entire face started glistening with it. Then, I slid two of my fingers into her mouth. Neeru began sucking on them greedily, just like a child sucking on a piece of candy.

 
Meanwhile, his dirty, thick fingers were still roaming over my Choot (pussy). He was stroking the upper triangle of my mound, occasionally moving lower to touch my plump, pink labia. Then, he slid a finger inside my Choot (pussy) and left it there. I shuddered and clamped my thighs tightly together.
 
“Aah… Neeru… gently… uff… deep inside…”
 
Neeru leaned forward, pressed his lips against the henna-patterned area above my Choot (pussy), and planted a firm kiss. “chapp… chapp…” The sounds echoed as his tongue began licking the henna stains.
 
Then, he stood up. He pressed her lips against mine and began a deep kiss. His foul-smelling mouth, reeking of a mix of cigarettes, Paan, and my own saliva, only aroused me further. He grabbed my heavy boobs through my choli and began fondling them vigorously. A product of Maitri Patel.
 
“Madam… no girl in the entire hospital has boobs like yours… I swear to God. They are so big, heavy, and soft, they bounce right back into your hand. Just look at the nipples… they’ve become so large and hard. ‘Amazing’ is the only word for them. I just want to keep sucking and milking them over and over.”
 
He slid my blouse up and freed my boobs. Now, both my large, round, fair boobs were completely bare. My nipples were a deep pink and fully erect. Neeru took one nipple into his mouth and began sucking vigorously. The sounds of “slurp… chhapp… chapp” echoed through the room.
 
I pressed his head against my boobs and moaned, “Yes… harder… suck… bite… uff… Neeru… your tongue has magic…”
 
Neeru was kneading my other boob with one hand, tweaking the nipple with his fingers, while his other hand was still fingering my Choot (pussy). Now, two of his fingers were moving in and out. Wet, squelching sounds, “chup… chup… fachaak…”, were coming from my Choot (pussy).
 
My breathing quickened. My body was drenched in sweat. Neeru’s fingers were rubbing the walls of my Choot (pussy); occasionally, he would rub his thumb against my clitoris, sending jolts of pleasure through my body.
 
“Neeru… I… I’m about to come… Uff… faster… go faster… my Choot (pussy) is giving out; I can’t hold back much longer…”
 
Neeru pulled his fingers out of my Choot (pussy), licked them clean, and then knelt down. He spread my thighs wide and pressed his mouth firmly against my Choot (pussy). His thick tongue began licking my labia before sliding inside. He was drinking up all my juices, licking and sucking greedily.
 
“Madam… your juices are like nectar… sweet… salty… and so thick… I’ve become a slave to them…”
 
I pressed his head harder against my Choot (pussy). My hips arched, slamming against his mouth. The room echoed with nothing but my gasps, the sounds of Neeru’s licking, and the wet, squelching noises of my dripping Choot (pussy).
 
My body went rigid. With a powerful jolt, I screamed out,
 
“Aaaahhh… Neeru… I’m coming… Uffff… yes… yes… drink it all up… aahhh…”
 
My juices gushed into Neeru’s mouth. He drank it all without spilling a drop, licking up every last trace with his tongue. But this was just the beginning. My insatiable thirst hadn't been quenched yet. I pulled Neeru up and whispered into his ear:
 
“Now take out your Lund (cock)… and ram it into my thirsty Choot (pussy)… I’m going to drain you completely today… pound my Choot (pussy) as hard and as long as you want… today, it’s going to take a real beating from that lovely Lund (cock) of yours.” Assisted by Sauni Patel.
 
Neeru’s eyes lit up. He took off his pants and pulled out his thick, black, veiny Lund (cock), which was already fully erect and glistening…
 
 
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As soon as Neeru’s thick, dark fingers brushed against the top of my Choot (pussy), intense waves of pleasure surged through my entire body. A shiver ran all the way from my spine down to my heels. My hips arched instinctively, and an involuntary gasp escaped my lips; 

"Aah... uff... my hole..."
 
Neeru was still kneeling between my thighs; his face was very close to my Choot (pussy). Gasping, I grabbed a handful of his thick, oily hair and yanked hard, pulling his face up towards mine. He looked at me; his eyes held a mix of hunger and obedience.
 
I remembered what he had done earlier. I pursed my pink lips, preparing to spit. Seeing my expression, Neeru instantly understood what I was about to do. Without wasting a moment, he opened his mouth wide. His filthy, yellow-stained mouth, reeking of cigarettes and paan, lay open before me.
 
I gathered saliva in my mouth and let it drop. A thick, viscous glob of spit, white as milk, oozed from my lips and dangled down towards his mouth. Neeru kept his mouth wide open. Before my eyes, the spit landed straight into his foul-smelling mouth, right onto his red tongue. He immediately snapped his mouth shut and swallowed it down.
 
Before he could open his mouth again, I gathered and spat out another glob. This time, instead of landing inside his mouth, the spit stuck to his cheek, right next to his nose. I placed my delicate hand on his face and began smearing my thick saliva all over it. The stickiness of my saliva spread across his cheeks, chin, nose, and forehead; his entire face was now glistening with it. I was thoroughly enjoying the act. A product of Maitri Patel.
 
Then, I inserted the same two fingers, still coated in my juices, into Neeru’s mouth. He began sucking on them greedily; his hot, wet tongue wrapped around my fingers, sucking and cleaning them.
 
Meanwhile, Neeru’s thick, dark fingers were still roaming over my Choot (pussy). He caressed the upper triangular area, tracing the henna patterns. Occasionally, he would lower his hand to gently touch the thick, pink lips of my Choot (pussy). His touch made me even wetter.
 
While caressing my lips, Neeru slid one of his thick fingers inside me and left it there. I shuddered and clamped my thighs together tightly. My Choot (pussy) gripped his finger firmly; the internal heat and moisture soaked his finger completely.
 
“Aah… Neeru… uff… my Choot (pussy)…” I moaned.
 
Neeru leaned forward and planted a firm, passionate kiss on the henna-patterned area above my Choot (pussy), making a loud ‘pachaak’ sound. His tongue began licking the henna designs.
 
After that, Neeru stood up. He pressed his lips against mine and began kissing me deeply, long and wetly. The strong, intoxicating stench of cigarettes and paan still emanated powerfully from his foul mouth, further heightening my arousal, and perhaps, I even found it arousing. He grabbed my heavy, large boobs right over my blouse and began fondling them vigorously.
 
“Madam-ji... no girl in the entire hospital has boobs like yours... I swear to God.”
 
I laughed at his words and asked, “Whose have you seen, Neeru?”
 
Neeru laughed too and replied, “Madam-ji, I’ve seen the boobs of every woman Sahab-ji has ever fucked.” Directed by Funlover.
 
Saying this, Neeru undid the remaining two hooks of my blouse, stripped it off my body, and tossed it aside. Now, I stood before this sweeper, Neeru, clad only in my maroon-colored brassiere. It was an incredibly expensive, imported bra; Neeru had likely never seen such a costly and beautiful piece of lingerie before.
 
My large boobs were straining tightly against that snug bra. They were pressed so closely together that it was difficult to even slip a finger between them. My fair, soft boobs seemed desperate to spill out of the bra.
 
Neeru grabbed both my boobs right over the bra with his dirty, dark, rough hands and squeezed them hard.
 
“Ssssssssssssssssssssssoooooooooooooooiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa…”
 
A loud scream escaped my lips. I writhed free from his grasp and glared at him angrily. Neeru laughed and said, “Sorry, Madam... I just couldn't help myself. Seeing your lovely bosom, I just had to grab it.”
 
Glaring at him with mock anger, I said, “You’re acting like a starving dog, as if you’re seeing and touching me for the very first time.”
 
Caressing my fair shoulders, Neeru replied, “Madam, you just look exceptionally beautiful today. After all, that beautician really put a lot of effort into making you look this way.”
 
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I started to laugh and sat comfortably on the bed. My naked body was clad only in that expensive maroon brassiere, which held my heavy boobs in a tight embrace. Neeru came over and sat on my bed, which was covered in soft, smooth, silky sheets. Running his palm across the bedsheet, he said,

“Madam-ji, your bed is so soft... so tender, so comfortable. It feels like sitting on clouds.”
 
Saying this, Neeru bounced slightly on the bed, then pulled a pillow over and lay down. I watched him. Against the pristine white sheet, his dark, filthy body, stained by the grime of his scavenging work, looked like a heap of coal dumped onto white cloth, or a scattering of black ash. His dark, dirty body, caked in sweat and dust, looked utterly incongruous and strange against the white sheet; yet, there was a peculiar allure to that very strangeness.
 
I was sitting right next to Neeru as he lay on the bed; his feet were right in front of me. The moment my eyes fell upon them, a wave of nausea rose within me. His feet were so filthy and dark, it seemed as though they had never been washed. There were cracks and fissures all over, much like cracked heels, the skin on his toes and the balls of his feet was split open. Black grime was packed into those fissures, evidence of years of accumulated filth. Written by Maitri Patel.
 
If the tops of his feet were dark, the soles were even blacker and filthier. The skin on the soles had turned almost pitch-black, coated in layers of dirt, dust, and sweat. As I gazed at Neeru’s feet, something came over me; my right hand began to creep across the bed on its own, moving toward that dirty, black, grime-caked foot. The moment my fair, delicate hand hovered over Neeru’s dark foot, it looked as though someone had spilled white paint onto a lump of black coal; the stark contrast in color was unmistakable.
 
In a trance-like state, I slowly began to run my hand over the top of Neeru’s foot. Silence hung between us, I was quiet, and Neeru was absolutely still. My eyes were fixed on his dirty, dark foot, while his gaze was locked on my fair hand resting upon it, gently caressing the skin. Perhaps I was expressing my inner thoughts or simply indulging in the pleasure of the moment; whatever the reason, I was fully aware of what I was doing. I was finding a strange kind of satisfaction in those dirty feet.
 
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A word by word complete desciption is SUPER.
Thank you .
Too hot ....

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I appreciate the feedback, I wanted to make sure every detail was vivid. 

Haha, "too hot" is exactly what I was going for!

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Slowly, my hand slid down until it reached the sole of his foot. With my soft, delicate hands, I began to explore his rough foot. Touching the sole, I realized it was far dirtier and coarser than it had appeared at first glance. The skin was so thick and hardened that it felt less like flesh and more like stone. Cracked skin, layers of ingrained grime, and dirt packed into the fissures—all of it came into contact with my delicate hands.

My hand was now caressing his left foot. My slender fingers slipped between his toes, but everywhere they touched, they encountered nothing but filth and grime. Dark, caked-on dirt was wedged between his toes—stubborn enough that it wouldn't come off even when I brushed against it. The grime began to smear onto my own fingers.

I looked up and our eyes met. A flush of embarrassment spread across my face, yet my hand did not pull away from his soiled foot. As I gazed into his eyes, I suddenly felt something rough against my thigh.

Startled, I looked down to see his dirty, blackened right foot resting against my own fair, smooth skin. I glanced back at Neeru; he showed no expression, yet he began to move his foot across my thigh.

Slowly, Neeru placed his foot firmly upon my thigh and began to caress it. Neeru’s rough, cracked toes scbangd against the smooth skin of my thigh, leaving faint, thin lines in their wake. The sensation was slightly painful, as if my thigh were being grazed by a knife. Yet, Neeru seemed completely oblivious to my discomfort; in fact, he appeared to be enjoying it. Perhaps he didn’t even realize that the cracked skin of his feet was wounding my soft, delicate flesh.

Moving upward, his foot brushed past my thigh and began to touch my soft, shapely stomach. His coarse feet left red marks across my skin, faint, crimson streaks appearing on my fair midsection. Even though I wanted to pull away, I couldn’t; instead, I allowed this wretched beast to touch my smooth, lovely body with his filthy feet.

I recalled the immense care with which Heera and Nomi had massaged me, leaving my skin so soft and supple, and now, this brute was defiling my beautiful body with his grimy feet. Despite being fully aware of what was happening, I found myself holding one of his feet, while the other continued to crawl across my stomach.

My breathing quickened. A volatile mix of shame and arousal surged through me. Neeru’s dirty, dark foot slid up and down my stomach, sometimes brushing against my navel, at other times slipping toward my thighs. The rough texture of his skin chafed against my delicate flesh, yet I could not bring myself to stop him. Deep down, a strange, insatiable craving was compelling me to go even further. Deep down, I was feeling happy too.

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Neeru’s rough, dirty foot slid slowly upward, caressing my stomach. Moving past my belly, it reached the area just below my bra, near my boobs. My heavy, rounded boobs were pressed tightly inside the bra, shifting slightly with every touch of his foot.

Neeru repeated the motion. Since I didn’t stop him, his confidence grew. Now, using his dirty, dark-skinned foot, he began to touch my boobs, right over my bra. At first, he stroked them gently, and then started to apply pressure. The sole of his foot pressed against my left boob; his rough skin and cracked toes rubbed against my delicate, fair-skinned boob.

Under the touch of his foot, my nipples began to harden. They stood out clearly beneath the thin, silky fabric of my bra, like two small, firm, pink buds. Neeru began to grip one of my nipples, still through the fabric of the bra, between the toes of his dirty foot. After a few moments of maneuvering, he managed to trap one of my nipples between his grimy big toe and the adjacent toe.

Applying a bit of pressure as he squeezed and tugged at my nipple, Neeru remarked, “Madam, your tits are so tight… uff… so full and firm.”

I couldn’t bring myself to answer. Having my boobs touched by Neeru’s foot had caused my Choot (pussy) to grow wet once again. My labia were twitching, and a warm, sticky fluid began to seep from within. I stirred slightly and whispered,

“Neeru… what are you doing…?”

Yet, I didn’t pull away from his foot. In fact, my thighs parted even further.

Neeru pulled the second pillow over, placed both beneath his head, and shifted into a more elevated position. Looking toward me, he said,

“Madam, I’m simply enjoying your beautiful body… what else? Uff… every inch of you is lovely and sexy. I often feel an urge to fuck you, I just can’t hold back. No matter how many times I fuck you, it’s never enough to satisfy me.”

Moving past my brassiere, Neeru’s foot slid onto my bare arm. He began to stroke it, up and down, then down and up again. The toes of his rough foot pressed against the soft, fair skin of my delicate arm, leaving faint, reddish streaks in their wake.

I glanced back and forth, sometimes at his foot moving along my fair arm, and sometimes at his face. He wore an expression of utter contentment and nonchalance, as if he were playing with the body of a concubine he had purchased. It was as if he were an ancient king, reclining on his throne against a pile of cushions, and I was his concubine, his to touch and handle however he pleased. And, much like that purchased concubine, I remained completely still, offering no resistance to any of his actions.

I hadn’t forgotten that I am a doctor’s wife, a highly educated doctor myself, and someone who belongs to high-class society. And this man, who was touching my body with his filthy feet, was nothing more than a lowly sweeper, a scavenger, someone who lived off our money. I hadn’t forgotten that I was the embodiment of beauty, while he was a heap of filth. I hadn’t forgotten how fair, soft, and buttery-smooth my skin was, compared to how dark he was, darker even than a laborer toiling in a coal mine.

Yet, despite knowing all this, I couldn’t pull myself away. A strange, inexplicable craving, a compelling, irresistible urge, held me anchored right there.

I was jolted back to reality when the sharp toenail of Neeru’s big toe dug into my delicate, fair arm. I looked down to see him slowly scbanging his toenail against my skin, as if he were trying to peel away the soft, smooth surface of my arm. His big toe inched upward, moving from my arm toward my shoulder. He shifted his body closer, stretching out so that his foot could reach further across me.

Moving from the side of my shoulder, his foot reached the front. Now, the maroon strap of my brassiere was pressed firmly beneath his foot.

What a bizarre sight it was: I sat on the bed, while our servant lay stretched out diagonally across it, touching my shoulder with his grimy foot. His dark, rough foot pressed down upon the strap of my expensive bra, rubbing against my fair shoulder. My breathing quickened. My Choot (pussy) was completely soaked. Beneath my bra, my nipples had hardened to the point of pain; they stood erect, straining outward, beyond all restraint. This scene did not escape Neeru’s notice. He was smiling faintly, toying with a limp nipple.

Neeru’s foot slid back and forth across my shoulder, sometimes moving toward my neck, at other times drifting down my arm. His grimy toes scratched against my skin, yet I remained silent. I simply watched him, this animal, as he touched my high-class, fair, and fragrant body with his own filthy, dark, and dirt-encrusted feet.

And deep within me, that strange, peculiar thirst only grew more intense…

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