Her hands smeared in soapy water. She said, “Puchne ki zarurat to hai nahi, kyunki mana to tum kabhi karoge nahi.” I couldn’t understand what she said. Desi fuck Dong.’ rang the door-bell. Those big juicy boobs fighting each other to take more space in the blouse.This time she didn’t make an effort to hide her cleavage as I stared at it. She wasn’t probably loved ever before in her life, just used as a sex object to fuck and bear children. The whole night I was thinking about what all I can do with her. Just kept running my hand from her feet to her inner thighs to her pussy sides and back down.She had her eyes closed and was enjoying the caressing. In the kitchen, we stood kissing wildly with water running from the tap in the sink. After a while, she began to shake. “Kyu tadpa raha hai,” she said. There she was standing doing dishes. There she was standing.
