I had my winter breaks. I was 18 that time and watched porn and always wanted to fuck beautiful girls. I had girlfriends in the past but they only tak... it to a smooch not even let me press boobs or finger pussy I was very desperate to fuck a beautiful Indian ladies.So the story starts.. we went to the village where my father was born and now my father’s uncle lived there it was a big house and about 21-22 people lived there. There was a beautiful Bhabhi also who was my father’s cousin’ wife she. Uske neck pe kiss karta hua mai uske dono boobs ko chatne laga.Wo maje lene lagi n mere hairs sehla rahi thi. mai uski boobs ki clevage se hota hua uski naval tak pahuncha n uski naval me apne tongue dal di. wo ekdam hi hil gayi n moun karne lagi. aahhhhh uuhhhhh mast lag raha hai bolne lagi. fir maine uski jeans ko unhook kiya n zip opn karne panty ke upar se hi usi kiss karne laga. kya pyari si smell this doston uski wet panty ki. mai to uski chut ka diwana ho gaya. wo pagalon ki tarah mere. It didn’t work. He was watching her again. She looked back at him but the atmosphere between them was electric, she couldn’t bear to maintain eye contact with him for very long. ‘Eat’ he said, handing her a plate ‘I bought some pastries you must be starving. I brought you food last night but were already asleep.’ She was, and despite her nerves she hungrily demolished a pain au chocolat. ‘There’s some fruit too, I wasn’t sure what you liked to eat for breakfast.’ ‘This is fine, I’m not really. I sigh as I feel it along my cleft. ‘Please,’ I beg. I angle my upper body forward, my leg high over his hip, my hand guiding him into me. I feel his tip at my entrance. He pulses, both to tease me and to allow my moisture to glide over him. With each pulse, he slides further into me. ‘Pllleeeaassseee,’ I cry. Finally, I feel his length fully fill me. He hisses and I sigh. If my eyes weren’t already rolled to the back of my head, they are now. He pulses against my G-spot and I involuntarily.