bhabhi devar

I felt the cool railing in my palms, as I felt the breeze all over my breasts, and stomach. The cool wind flowed through my hair as I took a deep breath.

Pushing him back onto the bed, his legs on the floor, I kneel in front of him.

Devarji, a little perplexed at first, but stayed in the zone, and followed me. Trying to catch me before I could get my glass of water.

“Devarji…” I looked at him and whispered, drunk on passion. He smiled, nodding a no..

“I’m not letting you sleep tonight, bhabhijiii….!” Devarji hugged me from the back as we returned from a cousin’s wedding, late at night.

an Indian erotic short story...

Rishabh looked at Neeta with a naughty glint in his eyes.

Her legs tightened around his thighs...

Both of their contours kissed by an early morning blue hue, Rishabh lit little fires everywhere he touched her.

Neeta smiled slowly as she felt her nipples harden through her blouse at such memories.

Neeta’s fingers travelled down her navel, gently furrowing through her thick bush.

On a bed that was made until half an hour ago, it now looked like a battlefield of passion.

Pulling him to her, she met his lips with a hungry wet kiss.

He grazed her rock-hard nipples with the tip of his thumbs continually...

Rupa’s bangles clinked and clanked against each other as she buried her fingers into his hair, pulling his face close to hers.

My robe flew open, revealing the contour of my big bosom, every curve of it.

I slowly opened my lips, and kissed the tip.

Sensing the urgency in his voice, I swiftly wrapped my saree around my waist and roughly tucked the pleats. Gathering my pallu haphazardly around my bare breasts and shoulder, I sprinted up to my brother-in-law’s room.

Her breasts concealed beneath her tight kurta, firm and shapely, he wondered how they would feel in his palm, in his mouth as his tongue...

Radhika’s ears were beginning to drum to the beat at which Pramod was playing her secretly.