Any man would understand my situation. I wake up in my shorts with my cock poking through the slit at the front, hard and throbbing, demanding attention. It was 11 am on a bright sunny Karachi Sunday morning and I was home alone. I took the burning hot shaft of my man meat in my hand and gently began the ancient ritual of masturbation. I thought about all the girls I would like to fuck... and there be many….but unable to fix my mind on one I gave up and sat up in bed feeling disgusted with myself. This was getting to be a habit. At 36 years of age, I shouldn't be jerking off like a teenager… should I?

My wife had taken the kids off to Islamabad for a month and showed no signs of coming back soon. Four weeks without sex was a lot to take. I took a cold shower, shaved and tried to think of anything but sex. You know how it is. You start off and try to guide your thoughts to something boring but up come your cock, hot, mad and throbbing as suddenly, you see, in your minds eye a sexy young thing, teasing you with her breasts and ass and you want to explode. The door bell rang and I pulled on a pair of Bermuda shorts and a t-shirt and walked slowly to the door. I adjusted my t-shirt as best I could to hide the bulge in my shorts.

I wondered if it was the maid and speculated (as I had many times in the past month) about giving her a few hundred Rupees for a good fuck on the Afghani rug in the T.V lounge. Then realizing it was her day off, I opened the door and saw my sister-in-law Nisha smiling at me with her 5 year old son beside her, and her 2 year old daughter in her arms.

"Good morning" She said with a sing-sing voice. Believe me, in the state I was in, I didn't need to hear that voice or see that face smiling at me. It was a secret thought of mine that, if I had met Nisha before her sister or before she was married, my life may have taken a different turn. Nisha always gave me an erection.

"Good morning" I replied standing aside and gesturing for her to come in...

As she entered, her son heading straight for my absent children's room and their toys, I watched Nisha pass me followed by her maid Safina carrying various shopping bags and looking at me in her usual sly way. I winked at Safina as I usually did whenever I saw her. Today the 20 year old, musky, long haired Safina was looking very good to my lustful eyes. I watched her tight ass move in her orange salwar kameez (salwar is a pair of baggy trousers and kameez is a long shirt) as I closed the door to my 4th floor Clifton apartment. Nisha sat herself down, and making herself at home ordered Safina to put the shopping bags in the kitchen cupboards.

Nisha was about 31 or 32, slightly taller then me, with a well maintained figure of 38-29-36, short silky brown hair and a pale complexion very different from the tanned 32-24-32 short figure of Selma, my wife.

"Selma e-mailed me last night and told me to buy a few things for you. Tea, sugar etc," she explained putting the baby on the floor so she could toddle off towards the children's room. As she bent forward to do this, her dupatta slide from her breasts to her wrists giving me a beautifully clear look at her large breasts in her low cut yellow kameez.

NIDO, Full cream milk, immediately came to mind. It was my nickname for her and as I stared at the fat globes of mouth watering flesh, I couldn't help but lick my lips. I had given her the name after accidentally seeing her breast feeding her son, just after my marriage to Selma. I had envied the boy as he suckled on her fat red nipple.

"Safina" Nisha called out not noticing me staring as she helped the child on her way. "Khana garam karo" (Heat the food up) "I thought we'd have lunch together as Shafiq (that was her husband) has lost his mind again" she explained to me.

Relations between Shafiq and Nisha were always on the rocks. Usually because of his mother and Nisha's obvious dislike for each other, why they had ever married was a mystery even to them.

"I tried to call you but your line was busy," she added quickly stepping over to the door of my children's room, and checking what her kids were up to.

"Oh yes," I said standing up and following her, watching her beautiful ass move as she walked, "I took the phone off the hook."

I stood behind her and also looked into the room. A tug of war had developed between the two kids over a stuffed toy hippo and Nisha stepped in to settle it, as she bent over to take the hippo off her son and give it to her daughter. I couldn't help myself, I came up behind her, reached out and pressed my open hand on her left butt cheek and stroked it...

I remember reading somewhere that 'an erect cock has no conscience'. At that moment, my conscienceless cock had hijacked my reason too and guided my hand to Nisha's lovely ass. Nisha said nothing but stood up and looked at me in a strange way. Her eyes dropped to the obvious bulge in my shorts and she said simply "Oh! I see".

Without another word she walked past me back into the lounge and into the kitchen where Safina was heating the food. I sat in the lounge and cursed myself for being so stupid. Nisha would tell her sister and then there would be a fight and all the rest.

Five minutes or so later, Safina came out the kitchen and disappeared into my bedroom. Nisha then came out of the kitchen and looking very calm and cool said, "Go on. She will take care of that for you."

"What?" I asked in surprise

"You need a good fuck. I under stand your problem," Nisha said without harassment.

My cock throbbed joyfully at the thought but I heard myself say, “I want you, not her."

Nisha smiled slyly and said, "I think at this moment your dick need a pussy whether it is mine or safina's. Ok.” She sat down on the sofa opposite me and adjusted her dupatta (head/neck scarf), as I sat on the chair in front of her. "Go on," She repeated firmly, "She is waiting for you. Don't worry, I will not tell anyone."

Not sure what to say, I got up and walked over to my bedroom looking back at Nisha I was about to say something like "You are joking right?"

When Nisha said "Hurry up, I'm hungry".

The curtains were drawn as I entered the room, closing the door behind me. I instinctively looked at the bed, but Safina was not on it. Just as I was about to storm back into the TV lounge and curse Nisha for making a fool of me. Safina came out of the bathroom completely naked and walked over to me smiling.

Come on sir, I was just showering she said.

I watched her darkish breasts, full and heavy, wobble as she walked. Her 36 inch hips swung seductively as came over to me. I could see a small fold of flab drooping above her hairless groin and imagined I could smell her pussy. She knelt on front of me and stroked my hard Lund gently.


I pulled my t-shirt off over my head as she tugged my Bermuda shorts down kicking them aside as I watched her stroke my hard dick. I was on “dick-auto-pilot” now. The sperm in my balls boiling and cloudy all reason. Nisha next door…..? Fuck her! (Oh please yes!) Selma my wife…..? Fuck her too. I wanted pussy and here was Safina ready and willing to give me her brown hairless fuck hole. A fool would refuse.

Put it in my mouth, she asked looking up at me. I shook my head and pulling her gently to her feet, turned her around and made her bend over, her hands on my bed and her fat, chocolate brown ass jutting up in front of dick. She knew what to do and adjusted her position wiggling her bottom at me provocatively. Don't fuck my ass hole without oiling it up, She asked calmly.

This girl was well experienced. I slapped her ass rubbing my fingers along the slit of her pussy and said "Not in Ass, I'm going to fuck your lovely cunt.)

I had taken a condom from the box I hid on top of the wardrobe (no drawer is safe from a child) and slipping it on over my straining cock, I moved close in behind her, taking my burning hot rod in my hand, I pressed the pre-cum smeared cock head into her choot. "O Fuck!" I said as I felt the hot liquid fuck hole swallow my throbbing shaft right up to my balls. I am not a huge guy, 6 inches, but the ease with which I entered. Safina convinced me that she was well used to being fucked, probably by bigger dick then mine.

Taking firm hold of her hips and looking down at where my fair skinned body pressed against her dark brown ass, I began to pump her hard and fast. Her pleasure was unimportant to me, only my own mattered; I wanted to slide in and out of her hot wet choot as hard and fast as possible before shooting my load of cum.

"Uff… Uff… Uff… Sahib," She moaned "Aahista karo… aur aahista;" (Slower much slower).

I was too far gone to listen, with wide eyed amazement; I watched my Lund piston in and out of her choot. I saw her butt glistening with sweat and heard her moans and squeals of pleasure as I rammed my Lund over and over again into her wet hot cunt. I felt the sperm erupt up from my balls and quickly pulled my choot juice covered Lund out, ripped the condom off and holding it in my hand pressed my body hard against her sweating ass, my balls pressing up against her choot as I shot a string of pearly white cum high over her back. Several more followed in quick succession until I stepped back, the last drops of cum dripping from the piss hole of my semi hard Lund, onto the marble tiled floor.

"Uff Sahib," Safina moaned, "tumne meri jaan hi nikaal di' (You've exhausted me).

There was a knock on the bed room door and Nisha asked, "Kya, aap log faareg ho gaye?" (You people finished yet).

She opened the door and saw Safina sprawled face down on the bed, my cum running off her back to the bed sheet and me standing wiping my semi hard dick clean with my t-shirt.

"Achchha, Safina jaldi se nayi chaddar badal do aur khana lagao.” (Ok, Safina, change the bed sheet and set the table for food) She said before asking me, "Had fun?"

I tossed the t-shirt aside and stood naked before her and said, "I would still like to make love to you"

"Make love or fuck me?" She asked with a smile before she closed the door and left Safina and I alone.

By the time I had showered and changed into a shirt, briefs and slacks, the food was already on the dinning room table where Nisha sat feeding her daughter, while Safina fed the boy. I sat down and watched Nisha and Safina feeding the children.

Nisha looked at me and said, "Come on; eat up. You must be hungry after with Safina."


Safina smiled at the mention of her name. After lunch Safina made some tea and took the children for their nap in the children's room, flashing me a big smile as she went. I winked back. Nisha poured the tea, unaware that as she moved to the edge of her chair and leaned forwards, her legs opened in a very unladylike way and the kameez went up along her thighs to her waist. I looked at the salwar covered inner thighs and tried crossing my legs.

Nisha noticed and asked, "Abhi bhi bhooke ho? (Yet not satisfied)

I uncrossed my legs and moved my ass down to the cushion edge, leaning back; I adjusted the front of my slacks to show off the growing bulge in my briefs. Nisha looked at it and smiled, before sitting back on the sofa and crossing her legs. The full length of her long thighs down to her butt came into view as the yellow fabric of her salwar clung to her skin.

I asked "What is the deal with Safina?"

Nisha sipped her tea and said, "Well, she and her mother have been with us for years as you know. Papa has had her; so have Omar, Atique and Shafiq."

"Your father, brothers and husband have fucked her?" I asked in shock.

Nisha nodded and smiled. "They have her quite often actually, so does uncle Rasheed and I am sure there are many others. Oh don't be a hypocrite Salman!" She scoffed putting the empty tea cup down. "Everyman wants a quick fuck now and then. You just remember to give her something before she leaves."

I could see how having a hot girl like Safina in the house could be a tempting and easy target for my widower father-in-law and un-married brothers-in-law but Shafiq…?

"If I was your husband, I wouldn't waste my energy with Safina," I said immediately feeling stupid for saying it.

"How sweet," Nisha said nibbling on her biscuit. "Bull shit but sweet. You should remember that I just saw you bang the hell out of Safina."

Saw? I asked "You peeped?" Nisha laughed, her whole body shaking as she said "Wouldn't you look?"

This was my opening and I took it. "Like what you saw?" I asked slowly standing up and stroking my Lund.

Nisha's eyes stared at my hand as it stroked the bulge in my slacks, she was smiling but it was not a confident smile. I could almost see her brain turning and twisting as it thought of an answer.

Finally, she nodded and stood up hurriedly almost running for the kitchen. Surprised, I followed her and saw her pour and drink a glass of water …..

I went up to her but she turned her back to me and said, "I think we should leave now."

"Why?" I said softly "You don't have to go." I put my hand on her back and stroked it. It was damp with sweat and my fingers brushed over the clasp of her bra as they stroked her and I moved a bit closer behind her. Putting my hands on her upper arms I leaned forward and kissed her neck.

"Matt karo" (don't) she whispered.

I kissed her neck again and took a deep breath, smelling her apple scented hair. I stoked my hands up and down her arms as I pressed closer behind her, my bulge now pressed gently against her ass.

"Please Salman. This isn't right. Selma is my sister. her voice shook slightly as she said this.

My hand slipped around her waist as I pressed my erection harder into the cushion of her ass, my chest pressed against her back as I kissed her neck again slowly. I knew that a little seduction would cancel her objections.

"Tumne dekha hum logon ko?” (You saw us) I asked my hand stroking her hip as the other moved up to her breasts, and teased the soft skin of her bust exposed by the low cut neck line of her kameez.

"Maza aaya dehkne main?” (Liked what you saw) I whispered as the tip of my tongue teased her ear lobe.

She shuddered, her head down as my hand moved around her waist and down between her legs. I pressed my Lund harder against her ass as my hand pressed down on her groin.


This is wrong ….this is not right. Nisha said softly over and over making no attempt to stop me as my hand pressed her Choot and my other hand squeezed her breast hard. She shuddered again, her breathing got deeper as she pressed her ass back against my Lund.

My hand was pressing and rubbing her choot harder now. The thin fabric allowed my fingers to feel the contours of her cunt easily. I could feel her panties beneath the salwar but the fabric was also thin and I imagined her fuck box covered by a thin white lacy panty and rubbed myself against her firm butt slowly...


I unzipped the back of her kameez and kissed her between the shoulder blades. I stood up straight and pulled her up straight, my hands squeezed her breasts as I kissed her neck and ear. I pulled the front of her kameez tail up and forced my hand down under the elastic waist band of her salwar, under the panties beneath and pressed my fingers on the wet hot chikni choot (pussy) of my sister-in-law.

"Tumhari choot bahut gili hai," (You pussy is very wet) I said rubbing my fingers along the oily crease of her cunt, "Wet and hot."

"What do you expect?" She sighed "Shafiq hasn't fucked me since last two weeks.”

"Fool," I said with feeling, "If you were my wife, I'd fuck you every chance I got.”

“Bus karo," (Stop it) She whispered, "Theek hai... Main tayyar hoon. Jo karna hai karo." (Ok ...I'm hot…do what you want to do) Then pulling away, she said, "but not now. Let me get Safina and the kids at home first."

I pulled her into my arms and said, "Forget that. Chalo bedroom mein" (Move to the bedroom).

She shook her head and pulled away, "Jee Nahin!" (NO).

I watched her adjust her clothing, and head towards my kids' room. I put my fingers to my nose and sniffed the scent of her choot from them. A buzz went through my balls as I closed my eyes and thought about Nisha naked under me. Nisha, daughter in her arms and a sleepy son holding onto her kameez shirt, stood in the doorway of the apartment and nodded in Safina's direction. I understood and called Safina aside. I pushed a red hundred Rupee note in her hand and winked. She looked at the note and pushed it down into her bra cup. She seemed disappointed so I handed her another red hundred Rupee note; which brought a smile to her face.

"Sahib main jaoon"(Sir, should I go) She asked putting the tip of her finger in her mouth and smiling slyly.

I was double minded. I needed another fuck but if Safina stayed, it might ruin my chances with Nisha. Nisha hadn't said a word since our time in the kitchen, but I had hopes she would be back. I pulled Safina close to me and smiled at her as my hands went down her back to that firm ass of hers. I cupped a butt cheek in my hand and squeezing it gently said, 'Eik do din mein." (In one-two day).

I waited all evening for Nisha to come back and continue where we had left off. It was midnight by the time I gave up and went to bed. Nisha had not telephoned since leaving and I had decided not to phone her either.

Monday morning came and went. I spent a very frustrating day at the office and by the time I got home at 7 that evening; I was hot and horny again. I regretted turning Safina's offer down. I should have kept her and screwed her couple of times. At least, I would have been happy if tired at the office. I showered and changed. Made myself a sandwich and decided to go to bed early at 9pm as I had nothing better to do. I had just lain down in bed when the door bell rang. My heart jumped as I almost ran to the door in my shorts and opened it.

Nisha looked at me shocked, quickly pushing me in and closed the door. "Pagal ho kya?" (Are you insane?) She said "Look at what you're wearing".

"Fuck the neighbors," I said grabbing her and kissing her passionately on her lips. I pressed her back up against the front door and let my hands travel freely over her firm ass and beautiful breasts as we kissed. My tongue hotly wrestling with hers as we French kissed.

"Wow" She said as I moved my mouth down to the exposed flesh of her neckline. I pulled and pushed her towards the bedroom. My lips kissing every piece of her body they could touch.

She let me move her past the kitchen but suddenly she said "Kitchen mein' (In the kitchen).

She went into the kitchen and stood in the same place she had Sunday afternoon. Leaning forwards, she pushed her ass backwards, as she folded her arms on the kitchen counter and rested her head on them. I looked at her and pulled the shirt tail of her kameez up off her ass to reveal the waist band of her salwar. She made no move as I eased her elastic waist band over her butt and down her fair and shapely legs. I stared at the white cotton panties that were now the only thing between me and Nisha's hot choot. The panties had ridden up, into her butt crack. I moved my hand over the smooth flesh of her butt and pushed my fingers down under the crotch of her panties to her choot. She was as hot as Sunday and I was sure wetter. She groaned as my fingers teased her slit and brushed over her clit. I stroked my Lund pulling at it as I stared at her beautiful ass and my fingers playing with her fuck box.

"Chooso meri choot Salman. Anguli daal kar chooso," (Suck my pussy. Finger me and suck me) she instructed in a sexy voice.

I knelt behind her and kissed her butt cheeks before pulling the wet panties down to her feet. The crotch of her panties was so wet that I peeled off her choot as I pulled her panties down. I saw her choot now in all its' glory. She parted her legs as I dipped the tip of my index finger into her hot and wet tunnel... I saw her fat choot with its dark red mouthed hole and smelled her sweat and cunt juice perfume. I pulled her buttocks slightly apart and saw that her open fat choot lips and the red bulls eye of her ass. I teased her clit with my fingers as I licked her hole. Tasting her tasty choot ka paani (cunt juice) that seemed to almost drip from her Choot

"Ohhhh Salman," She moaned, "Angooli se chodo mujhe." (Finger-fuck me)

My finger soon joined my mouth at her cunt hole. As I slid one then two fingers in and out of her choot. My tongue lapped up the juice that flowed out of her. After maybe ten minutes of this she groaned and knees shaking so hard, I instantly grabbed her legs to hold her up. She almost pissed a load of choot cum into my mouth. I held onto her legs tightly as I sucked and licked every drop of juice up that I could. I have to tell you that I love sucking cunt almost as much as fucking it. (I recommend it to every man reading this.) All this time as I licked and sucked, the tip of my nose had brushed against her ass. On several occasions my tongue had licked her from clit to butt hole causing her to groan with obvious pleasure.

Nisha regained her balance and said; "Thank you Salman, I needed that."

I stood up and moved behind her pulling my Lund and balls up over the waist band of my shorts. I said as I aimed my bloated cock head at her cunt "And I need this". I shoved in hard and deep.

Her pussy was sucking me in with ease as she moaned, "Oh Salman uffff… ummmm… oooohhh."

I took hold of her hips and began to pound away. Sending my cock in and out of her fuck hole and cursing her in my mind for making me wait so long. The sounds of my balls slapping against her and our moaning and panting filled the air.

I threw my head back and groaned as I felt her pussy close to grip and squeeze me. I gritted my teeth and fucked her hard. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the fridge and had a suddenly very hot idea, something I had read in a porno novel as a horny teenager. Pulling my cock out of her and ignoring her cries of protest, I opened the fridge and took out the large slab of butter…..

Nisha was still face down wriggly her ass at me and saying, "Aajao! Aisa mut karo. Lund vapas choot mein daalo na" (Come on! Don't do this. Put your Lund back in).

"Thahar jao jaanoo," I whispered "Janoo jara sabar karo. Abhi tumhari pyaas bujhata hoon."

Taking a good dab of butter, I smeared its cold oiliness over my 6 inch Lund before applying a generous dab of it to Nisha's ass. She stood straight up at the feel of the butter on her butt hole; after looking at the stick of butter in my hand and rubbing her fingers along her butt crack and over her ass.

She said, "Salman tum kitne harami ho. Zalil meri ass marna chahte ho. Theek hai ab tum jaldi karo magar jara pyaar se… ummmmmmmm" (Salman what a bastard you are. You want to fuck my asshole. Ok come and fuck but with care).

"Ohhhh jaldi karo Salman," (Quickly) she said pulling her kameez off and resuming her position now only wearing a pink bra. I poked my butter covered finger into her butt hole and wormed it around. Nisha moaned in what I was sure was pleasure. As I came up behind her again she reached behind and pulled her buttocks open, giving my Lund a clear shot at her ass. I wasted no time and pressed the tip of my Lund into her ass. It was a little difficult but apart from a small cry of pain, Nisha made no attempt to stop me…. In Fact she demanded I do it hard.

"Haaannn… ummmm… jor se…." She commanded, "Bahut jor se… ohhhhh…" (Do it hard…very hard).

I thrust my hips forwards in a series of quick savage jerks and rammed, busted and forced my way into her rectum, burying my throbbing shaft up to my balls in her tight ass.

“OOoo… OOoo… OOoo… OO…" she moaned as she bounced.

God, her ass felt so good! All that tight, slippery heat wrapped around my cock, pumping me and squeezing me, the ring of her sphincter sliding up and down, over and over! Her butt smacked down on my belly with each bounce, her big tits swinging, fantastic expressions of pain and pleasure frozen on her face. I gripped her hair as my pleasure began to mount, my balls pulling up and beginning to boil.

I saw the beads of sweat break out on her back as she suddenly stopped breathing for a second or so before suddenly bursting into tears and telling me, "Chodo meri ass… chodooo… meri ass…. Haramiiiiiiiiii… aur jor se… chodo meri ass." (Fuck my butt bastard. Fuck me hard. . Fuck my ass).

She was getting loud now and I wondered if the neighbors were able to hear and if many of them were busy playing with themselves as they listened.

I slapped her ass hard and ordered her to be quieter. She was crying and groaning and moaning all at the same time. I was beginning to wonder if she was actually enjoying it. When I noticed that her hand was between her legs and I was certain that her fingers were fucking her choot.

"Ooo!" She moaned.

I can’t hold any more. My whole body is shuddering now, excitedly.

"Does that mean you're about to come? In my ass?" She looked back over her shoulder at me with a big smile; she is moving in circles her ass griping and squeezing my hard boiling lund in her ass hole, taking me deep, deep into her arse.

"Haan… haannnn… Ohhh yes," I nodded.

"Oh, I can't wait!" she said, bouncing higher and faster.

I watched my glistening shaft disappear up between her jiggled buttocks over and over, faster and faster, higher and higher! I spread her cheeks with my hands so I could see her ass hole stretched around me; she had the perfect ass for fucking. With a little luck, it wouldn't be the last time I got to do it! I groaned and my legs tightened, my balls pulling up!

"Ohhh fuck! Heeeere we go," I said, my come jetting into her ass.

"Oh! I can feel it!" she squealed. "I can feel you coming in my ass!"

Nisha pushed her tight ass down as far as it could go and pushed it towards my Lund as my cock jumped and jerked in her rectum, shooting rope after rope of hot come deep into her bowels.

"Ahhh yes…" I moaned, holding her hips. I swear it was the biggest load of my life! It must have been more than a minute that went by, during which time my cock never stopped pumping. Finally, my orgasm over, Nisha slowly stood, my softening cock slipping out of her hole quickly, making her squeal. Her tight tush closed immediately, not losing a drop of semen.

"Ooooh Salman…..Zabardust" She moaned. "Bahut maja aaya… ummm ass marane ka."

I took her into the shower with me, washing her body thoroughly, as we stood naked. I sucked and squeezed her soapy wet MUMMEY with joy and satisfaction. I finally had those nipples between my lips and I sucked and squeezed them mercilessly. I made Nisha kneel in front of me in the shower and rubbed lots of soap between her fat heavy breasts. Then as she pressed my Lund between the two globes of delicious flesh, I fucked them. Something I had wanted to do for so long, I finally got to do and I loved it...

I toyed with her nipples as she pressed her breasts on my cock. We moved to the bed because she complained that, the way were doing it was hurting her. On the bed, she applied coconut oil from my wife's dressing table between her MUMMEY and I got astride her stomach, pressing my Lund down so she could capture it in the sandwich made by her two oiled breasts. I fucked her tits till I shot my creamy cum over them and the watched as Nisha cleaned the drops and puddles up with he fingers; and then sucked her fingers into her mouth sucking and licking them clean. We slept for perhaps 4 or 5 hours.

When I woke up she was on her side with her back to me. Her butt was jutting invitingly towards me. I got onto my side and pressed myself against her adjusting my position so that my Lund could enter her choot from behind easily.

My fingers worked on her hot moist choot for a few minutes as I kissed her shoulder and neck. Then as I guided my Lund into her choot from behind and thrust up into her, she moaned out in pleasure and opened her legs a little wider to give me more room to fuck. We changed position, as I was hungry for her nipples and MUMMEY. I lay on top of her, my balls slapping against her ass as my Lund pumped her cunt and my hands and mouth attacked her breasts. After I had cum in her, she showered and dressed.

I watched her as I lay naked on the bed. I could not understand Shafiq. Nisha was a hot, sexy woman who loved to fuck. What was his problem?

It was early Tuesday morning, when she left. She did not call me all day or even the next day.

When I got back home Thursday, I found Safina standing outside my apartment. She was smiling in her sly way and wearing a very tight salwar kameez. I saw a few neighborhood boys staring at her longingly. She was holding a picnic box and told me that Nisha had sent some things for me to eat.

I wondered if it was the food or Safina. I decided to take a taste of both and invited her in.

I had to admit to myself; as I lay naked on top of the equally naked chocolate colored Safina pumping away, my Lund well stuffed in to her hairless fuck box, that I wasn't missing my wife at all. As I grabbed her firm brown ass and sucked happily on a dark brown nipple, I could not have been happier.

oh! what a saali. wish everyone have one like that.

cooooooooooool story