She peeled off her top and skirt, seeing herself in the mirrors in her sheer black bra and panties and seamed hold ups she looked rather sexy. Slipping the heels on her feet she paraded in front of the mirror.
She tried again it would not budge. After a few minutes trying she had to concede and went downstairs to ask Naman for help. As she entered the lounge, he gasped at the sight of her, drink in hand he indicated for her to turn round. As they chatted Bhabhi kept sipping her drink, slowly she was becoming more relaxed as the alcohol affected her.
Naman wanted to get another look at her and persuaded her to stand and give him a twirl, his cock twitching at the thought. She stood up and twirled quickly round in front of him, he watched the flared dress rise giving him a view of her stockings; he reached out as she turned. Stumbling Bhabhi fell onto his lap her dress round her waist and her stockings on display, Naman held onto her then took his chance leaning in he planted a kiss on her lips, soft yet firm too.
He could feel her resistance so he kissed her again covering her mouth with his, then her lips parted, his tongue probed quickly as his cock started to stiffen. Naman was far too excited by this point to stop, he kissed her again feeling her resolve weakening her body giving signs that she was starting to respond now.
His hand sliding along her thigh under the dress, she gasped into his mouth as his hand found her bare skin before her panties. Pulling her panties aside he stroked her wet lips before slipping a finger inside her married slit, her struggles now only a token resistance. In a few seconds she was moaning softly as he teased her clit, his cock rock hard beneath her now. It had all happened so fast, his mind raced as he fondled the wife. Bhabhi was wriggling in an attempt to protest but the lips covering hers and his tongue in her mouth was starting to turn her on.
The fingers on her pussy were insistent as they teased her clit adding to her confusion. Naman pulled away from her, she looked at him in surprise, gasping as she got her breath back from the assault on her.
Wriggling her top down even further now he guided her to her feet before sliding the dress completely off, she stood in her stockings and panties before her elderly neighbour, her heart thumping as her pussy tingled. Naman stood and kissed her again before guiding Bhabhi to her knees before him. She looked up at him as he smiled at her. Naman moaned as he felt the married woman sucking his cock, so wet and warm, he needed to take it easy, make it last. He pulled at his clothes, he wanted to be naked with this beauty, stripping as she sucked him, then pulling her up he slipped her panties down.
Easing her back onto the large sofa he slid between her legs, he could feel her wetness, his head lowered to her tits, taking a nipple in his mouth he savoured it as he sucked, her moans urging him onward. Moving to the other nipple he licked and sucked teasing them even further as his fingers played with her clit. His tongue traced a path from her nipple down across her tanned stomach and then into the stripe of pubic hair before down further and across her clit making her shudder.
Moaning she held onto him as he sucked and toyed with her lips, fingers working in and out, squelching noises from her wetness filling his ears. He could stand it no longer his cock was ready to burst, he eased himself up, kissing her again as he guided his thick cock head to her pussy.
Bhabhi stiffened as she felt the head at her entrance as Naman leaned into her his cock slid easily inside on the sea of her pussy juices, his thickness filling her, stretching her now as he pushed in deeper still. She moaned loudly as his cock forced its way inside, she had never had such a big cock, so much bigger than her hubbies.
Naman held still as his balls rested against her ass, kissing the wife again he let her get used to his size. Slowly he withdrew, he could feel her pussy so tight on his shaft, her hands pulling at him trying to stop him moving away, then he slid back inside her warm pussy gripped him, she felt so good. The wet fucking noises and their moans filled the room, Naman felt her pulling him in then she started to shudder as she orgasmed, the pulses tight on his cock her wetness increasing.
The tight pulsing of her pussy on his thick cock was now too much, he had held on for as long as he could now he was going to cum, loads…Naman thrust in hard holding his cock against her cervix as it started to swell, his balls tightened and then the first spurt broke free from his cock.
He collapsed on top of her as his cock spewed inside her, kissing her deeply. They lay still for a few minutes before his cock started to shrink and slip out of her.
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