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...

Without wasting any more time, he flipped Shivangi onto her back.

Shivangi parted her legs willingly, her silver anklets running away shy from her ankles.

Saahil watched Shivangi’s head and hands move perfectly, with absolute joy and lust in his eyes.

Saahil moved his lips lower, nuzzling her neck, nibbling playfully.

Shivangi almost laughed and began struggling in his arms, “Saahil… let me go… mmhhh… chhodo mujhe…”

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.