While reading Nude Bhabhi Sex Story, I got caught in the intoxicating gaze of my friend’s young brother-in-law and surrendered myself to him. How does he play with my body?
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Hello friends, I am Deepti and I have once again brought for you the next part of the sex story between me and Saransh.
In the first part of the story,
my friend’s brother-in-law seduced me and
till now you did not know that I was alone with Saransh in his room.
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I closed my eyes and started thinking about my husband’s face. I can never betray him.
I took a deep breath, pressed the toilet flush valve and came out.
Saransh was half lying on the bed looking towards the ceiling, but his eyes were fixed on me only.
Before I could say anything, he pointed at my eyes.
I looked at the big mirror on the wall and saw that my cock was slightly stretched, I went to the mirror to correct it.
“Sorry Bhabhi” said Saransh sitting on the bed.
I asked- why?
“I know it makes me uncomfortable to look at you, but you are really beautiful!”
Looking at her in the mirror I said – I am not that beautiful… and you are still in college, in Mumbai too, you are rich and so beautiful, so why should I start dressing up?
I had just adjusted the kajal when Saransh got off the bed and started walking towards me… I couldn’t even stop him.
That moment was like an electric shock, beyond my control!
Saransh placed his face near my neck and hovering over me like a bumblebee said – You are the most beautiful girl in the world, sister-in-law!
His hot breath started dancing intoxicatingly on my neck. My eyes closed under the weight of the coming moment.
“Forgive me sister-in-law,” Saransh whispered in my right ear.
Somehow I find it difficult to ask – for what? Saransh said
, “For the pain I gave you.”
As soon as her face gently touched my neck.
I did not understand what he said and asked in a questioning tone – Huh?
As soon as I asked this question, Saransh first gently took the corner of my ear between his lips, kissed it gently and then bit it with his teeth.
A sigh came out of my mouth.
She whispered- Forgive me for causing me so much pain.
Ants started crawling all over my body.
Saransh very easily transformed me into a flower and made me sit on the mirror.
My eyes were closed, but I could feel his breath on my face.
I knew what he was going to do and all the confusion inside me disappeared somewhere.
First he slowly brought his lips near my lips, then with his tongue, then took my lower lip near his lips.
After a few seconds of passionate kissing she started placing her tongue on my lips.
I lost the internal battle to a strange, unknown sensation, and after parting my lips, I fought with my tongue as well.
No matter how indifferent my husband was, he took me in his arms and walked away.
There was something different in him, he used to pounce on me like a lion, but like a poet, there was also a delicacy in his style of love.
Our kiss was so intense that I even forgot to breathe.
Maybe he knew about it and he pulled my lower lip and separated me from himself.
I took a deep breath and closed my eyes and stood in my position.
Suddenly I heard the sound of the door slamming.
I saw Saransh closing the door and coming towards me.
I wanted to ask – What if someone comes…
Before I could say anything, Saransh took me in his arms, held my waist, bent me back and captured my lips again.
My hair started trying to touch the floor.
“Everyone is busy with their own game, Deepti Bhabhi,”
said Saransh, he pulled me towards himself and started kissing my neck hard.
He kissed my cheek and brought his lips near my left ear and said – Shobha Bhabhi may remember you… If you are remembering me too, then she will understand that she should not come to my room… and should not let anyone come either. Need people. ,
Saransh’s hands reached my shoulders and placed them right on the pins of my Aanchal… the next moment my Aanchal started kissing the floor.
He separated me from himself and started looking at my breasts emerging from that shirt with lustful eyes.
I lowered my eyes in shame.
The surprise I had kept for my husband is now for Saransh.
I peeked from behind and saw that Saransh’s gaze was not moving away from my swollen valley.
It is like someone who after reading half of a story becomes curious to know the rest.
In desperation, he took my hand and led me to the bed.
Saransh sat on the bed and asked me to stand in front of him so that my sexy navel was right in front of his face.
She looked at me carefully, from my eyes to my navel, and asked, “Deepti Bhabhi, how do you hide so deeply?”
I turned red with shame and lust and bent my face down.
He gently patted my stomach, then pulled his tongue out completely and moved it towards my navel without touching it.
My navel quivered with anticipation.
He gently rubbed his tongue around my navel on my stomach, but the navel remained untouched.
My eyes started closing due to the pain of waiting. My chest bounced like waves.
Suddenly he pressed my hips hard over my saree and I started falling forward.
I had to hold his head for support and at the same time his tongue penetrated deep into my navel.
Ahh……
The next moment he came out a little more, then was pushed even deeper.
It feels like I have wings.
I took deep breaths, as if I had been underwater for hours.
Saransh started moving his tongue in and out rapidly.
I clenched my teeth and lowered my voice, dug my fingers into her hair and pressed her head down.
After a while Saransh stuck out his tongue, looked into my sleeping eyes and asked in a manly voice: “If you are so shy, how should we read this sex lesson?”
My breathing was stopping when Saransh’s hand reached my shirt.
This was the first time I was naked in front of anyone other than my husband.
I was not even able to stand properly due to excitement. She spread her legs so that I stood between her, bent me slightly and opened her blouse.
When Saransh opened the hook of the blouse, my 36 inch fair breasts, which were barely covering my almond shaped nipples in the tight sexy bra, were exposed.
Seeing them the light in his eyes became even brighter.
As soon as I opened the last hook of my shirt, he covered the bra with his mouth and pounced on my left breast.
With one hand he started massaging the other breast and with the other hand he kept opening the hook of my shirt.
Seeing her hunger, I became even more shy and my breathing started turning into sighs…sighs started turning into muffled screams.
He had not even touched my vagina yet, but it felt as if Monsoon had entered there.
As soon as my shirt fell off, Saransh took off my bra and threw it away.
My breasts were like two white balloons, extremely inflated, moving back and forth in front of his face with his heavy breathing. In between them, my two almond-shaped nipples stood out like pink nipples.
He kept looking at my breasts for some time and then suddenly he looked into my eyes!
I quickly closed my eyes.
But the next moment they opened on their own as Saransh pinched both my nipples with his thumb and forefinger.
He squeezed both my nipples while pulling them gently.
My heartbeat slowed as I waited for the storm in her eyes.
Saransh grabbed both my breasts and pulled them forward.
I was having difficulty keeping my eyes open because my breasts were pulled forward, adding tension to them.
I wanted to see my young love transformed into a beast.
But then the pressure on my breasts reached its limit and Saransh started moving them up and down rapidly.
Like a fish struggling out of water, my heavy bulge was shaking with the same intensity.
It was as if my soul had temporarily left my body.
My intoxicating sighs started echoing throughout the room.
If anyone sees it, they will understand that a ghost is coming out of my body.
Then Saransh suddenly started all this, he suddenly stopped his hands and pressed both my breasts with his palms.
I heaved a sigh and looked at him.
He looked at me with a slow smile.
As I took a deep breath, he hit my right nipple with his middle finger like a carrom striker.
Before I could sigh, he slapped my right chest hard, very hard.
I was about to scream when his left palm stopped on my lips.
Before I could understand anything, he was simultaneously pulling me towards himself and putting his thumb in my mouth.
With this he placed his lips on my right breast and started caressing my left nipple slowly with his right hand.
All this happens at lightning speed.
At that moment I felt as if I was a poor king surrounded by brave warriors on all sides.
The only difference is that here I also share half of the victory.
My lips parted a little more… a little pain, a little surprise, a little joy… all that was left was the anticipation of the adventure to come!
While his tongue caressed my right nipple, his fingers caressed my left nipple.
Whenever Saransh’s fingers touched my nipples, his thumb would go a little into my mouth and then come out a little, as if my mouth was the vagina and his thumb was the penis.
I wanted to use my voice to express the feelings rising inside me…but I couldn’t make any sound in public.
Perhaps I could have saved myself, but my voice, like my body, was completely under Saransh’s control.
Suddenly he removed his mouth and fingers from my breasts and removed his thumb from my mouth.
I opened my eyes, thinking the storm had calmed down a bit.
But then I noticed that his right palm had slightly moved away from my left breast, and was preparing to slap me.
I knew what he was going to do and this time I was waiting for it.
But even while waiting, Saaransh kept longing for me, as if he wanted me to beg him for this slap.
Although no kiss came from my mouth, my eyes were praying loudly.
But Saransh wanted to torture me more.
First he shook his palm a little.
A sigh came out of my mouth and I closed my eyes.
But nothing happened.
When I opened my eyes, I found him again wearing the same evil smile.
His eyes were full of mischief, but his forehead was powerless.
As I took a deep breath, he slapped my left chest.
And before I could scream to contain the thrill, he placed his lips on mine, holding both my erections and pulling them.
While her palms were caressing and calming the fire in my bulge, her tongue was at war inside my mouth.
But it was no longer one-way. I too had forgotten everything now.
Forgetting my home, husband, dignity, shame, everything, I too started kissing him.
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