Sanchit knocked on Shivani's door, heart racing after spotting her in those tight pyjamas that hugged her curvy gaand. At 22, she was even sexier now—wheat-brown skin glowing, medium boobs straining against her top. 'Arre Sanchit, tu ithe kaay karat aahes?' she asked with a sly wink, pulling him inside. They laughed about old mummy-daddy games, but the air thickened. 'Tu ajun tya mulga aahes ka, je majhya sobat zopayla aala hota?' she teased, stepping closer, her voice husky. 'Aaj mi tula khara patidev banvu ka, Sanchit? Majha horny pati.'
She grabbed his hand, pressing it to her wet pussy through the fabric. 'Feel ka, dripping aahe mi tujhya saathi.' Sanchit groaned, 'Shivani, tu majhi fantasy aahes.' They tumbled to the couch, kissing fiercely. She stripped, revealing her hairy pussy, and pushed him down. 'Bas, aata mi tujhya face var baste,' she commanded, strong and unyielding, lowering her dripping pussy onto his mouth. He licked her juices hungrily, tongue darting to her asshole and pits as she rode, moaning 'Aai ga... zorat lick kar majhi gaand ani pussy... ohhh patidev!'
Horny and panting, she slid down for a sloppy blowjob, sucking his hard cock deep while fingering herself. 'Tujha cock chakhayla khup maja yetey,' she said between licks. Stuffing her panty into her wet pussy, she pulled it out dripping and shoved it in his mouth, then shared it tongue-to-tongue as they kissed. 'Chakh na, majha cum aahe tyat.' Sweating, they switched—him carrying her, fucking hard against the wall in piledriver, then missionary with coital alignment, her legs locked. 'Aur zor se, Sanchit! Majhi pussy phod... scream karu tujha nav!' she yelled in Hindi-Marathi mix, not submissive at all.
Cowgirl next, she bounced on his cock, ass slapping, then reverse cowgirl grinding her gaand. He rimmed her while she came, squirting juices he tasted greedily. Doggy style followed, brutal and raw, him pounding her asshole as she screamed 'Deva... majha gaand bhar... cum karat aahe!' 69 had them both moaning, licking everywhere. Lotus position brought passionate kisses, then tabletop on the kitchen counter for deep thrusts. She rode again in scissoring, bodies slick with sweat.
Finally, spooning turned to explosive climax—he filled her, making her pregnant fantasy real as they both came hard, panting 'Mi tujhi aahe, patidev... forever.' They collapsed, romantic and spent, her strong arms holding him close. 'Hech khara sex, raw ani dirty,' she whispered, sealing their night.
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