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Kavita Bhabhi Made Me Record Every Dirty Moan That Night

Kavita Bhabhi Made Me Record Every Dirty Moan That Night

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I still get hard thinking about that night in our Lucknow flat. This bhabhi audio sex story started so normal I almost missed it. My bhai had gone to Kanpur for two days for some office work and Kavita bhabhi was alone with me. I am Sameer, twenty-five, just finished my job training and staying with them till I find my own place. Bhabhi is twenty-nine, fair, thick thighs, heavy breasts that always looked ready to spill out of whatever loose kurti she wore at home.

That evening she came out of the bathroom in a light pink nighty, no bra, nipples poking clear. She sat next to me on the sofa while some serial played. I kept shifting because my lund was already half up. She noticed and laughed soft. Sameer you look tense beta she said and put her hand on my thigh like it was nothing. I told her bhai will call soon maybe. She shrugged and said he already messaged he is busy till late. Then she leaned closer and her breast pressed against my arm.

I could smell her soap and something warmer underneath. My hand moved on its own and touched her waist. She did not pull away. Instead she took my phone from the table, unlocked it because she knew the pattern, and opened the voice recorder. Tonight we make something special she whispered right against my ear. I want every sound saved. You will listen later when you miss this chut.

Phone Starts Rolling On The Bedside

I carried her to the bedroom like a hungry dog. She locked the door even though nobody was home. The phone went on the side table, red light blinking, already recording. Bhabhi pulled the nighty over her head in one go. Full naked. Dark nipples, soft belly, and that thick bush she never shaved clean. I dropped my shorts and my lund sprang out stiff and leaking. She grabbed it hard and stroked slow. Look how big my devar has grown she said loud for the phone. Come put this in my mouth first.

I stood by the bed and she sat on the edge, sucking me deep. Wet sounds filled the room, slurp after slurp, her spit running down my balls. I held her hair and pushed deeper till she gagged but she did not stop. She pulled off gasping and said keep talking Sameer tell the phone how hot your bhabhi chut is. I groaned bhabhi your mouth is so gili and tight I will cum fast. She laughed and slapped my thigh then lay back spreading her legs wide.

I climbed on and rubbed my lund up and down her slit. She was dripping already. I pushed in slow at first feeling every ridge of her chut stretch around me. She moaned long and filthy. Haan beta pura andar daal. The bed creaked and the phone caught every wet squelch. I started thrusting harder, holding her thighs open. Her breasts bounced heavy with each slam. I bent and sucked one nipple hard while pounding. She scratched my back and kept talking for the recording. Listen how my devar is fucking his bhabhi so deep. Oh fuck your lund is hitting my womb.

I flipped her over. She got on all fours, ass up high. That round gaand looked perfect. I spat on her hole and rubbed it then shoved my lund back into her chut from behind. The sound was louder now, skin slapping skin, her moans turning into shouts. Sameer harder maaro. I gripped her hips and rammed like I wanted to break the bed. Sweat ran down my chest onto her back. She reached under and rubbed her clit fast. I felt her walls squeeze and she came hard, shaking, juices running down my balls. The phone must have caught her scream clear as day.

Second Round Gets Even Dirtier

We did not stop. I pulled out and she turned quick, pushing me flat on the mattress. Bhabhi climbed on top and sank down on my lund in one go. She rode me wild, tits swinging in my face. I sucked them both while she ground her clit on my base. The recorder kept going. She leaned down and bit my ear. Tell them how your bhabhi chut milks this lund. I said loud Kavita bhabhi your gila chut is eating me alive I will fill you full. She bounced faster, ass cheeks clapping, until I felt the rush. I grabbed her waist and thrust up hard shooting thick ropes deep inside her. She kept riding through it, milking every drop, moaning my name over and over.

Even after that she was not done. She slid off and lay beside me, fingers scooping my cum from her chut and tasting it. Then she grabbed the phone, held it close to her dripping hole and fingered herself slow so the wet sounds were clear. Listen later when you are alone she said into the mic. This is your bhabhi still open and messy from your lund. I watched hard again already. She noticed and laughed. Ready for more devar?

I made her kneel on the floor this time. She sucked my half-hard cock clean of our mixed juices, getting it stiff again fast. Then I stood her up against the wall, lifted one leg and drove back into her. Standing fuck is always deep. Her back hit the wall with every thrust. She held my shoulders and bit my neck to stay quiet but the moans still spilled out. The phone on the bed kept recording the whole messy soundtrack, bed springs earlier, now the thud of bodies and her broken Hindi curses. Maaro saale deeper. Phod do is chut ko.

I lasted longer this round. I pulled out, spun her, bent her over the dressing table so she could see herself in the mirror. I entered again watching her face twist. One hand on her breast squeezing, other rubbing her clit. She came a second time shaking so hard I had to hold her up. I followed right after, pulling out and spraying thick ropes across her lower back and gaand. Cum dripped down slowly. She reached back, smeared it, then brought sticky fingers to her mouth again while looking at me in the mirror.

Morning After The Recording

We collapsed on the bed finally. The phone still blinked. I stopped the recording after almost forty minutes of pure filth. Bhabhi curled against me sticky and smiling. Save that file proper she said. When bhai is home and I cannot touch you, you put earphones and remember how your bhabhi took every inch. I kissed her shoulder rough, no romance just hunger still left. She dozed off first. I lay there listening to the ceiling fan and the faint city noise outside the Lucknow window, my lund sore but already twitching at the thought of playing that audio later.

Next morning she made tea like nothing happened, wearing the same nighty again. But when she handed me the cup her fingers brushed mine and she mouthed play it tonight. I did. Alone in my room with the volume low I heard every slap, every moan, every time she called me beta while I wrecked her. My hand worked my lund raw listening to her voice. That file is still hidden in a locked folder. Sometimes when the house is quiet I put it on and stroke slow, remembering how her chut gripped me and how she wanted every dirty sound saved forever.

Bhai came back two days later none the wiser. Kavita bhabhi acts normal in front of him but her eyes find me across the room and I know she is thinking of that recording too. Last week she sent me a short voice note late night, just her breathing heavy and the words Sameer I am touching myself thinking of your lund again. I almost went to her room right then. Instead I played our long audio and came hard into a towel, biting my arm so nobody heard.

It has become our secret loop. She teases, I remember the night, the phone catches more when we get the chance. One evening when bhai was in the shower she pulled me into the kitchen, yanked my pant down and stroked me fast while the water ran. No time for full sex but she dropped to her knees and sucked me quick and deep till I filled her mouth. She swallowed, stood up, wiped her lips and said add that memory to the collection. Then walked out calm to give bhai his towel.

I know this cannot stay hidden forever but right now I do not care. Every time I hear her moan on that file my blood runs hot again. Kavita bhabhi turned a normal evening into the filthiest thing I own and she made sure the proof lives in my phone. Whenever I need it I press play and I am back inside her, Lucknow night thick around us, her body open and greedy, telling the recorder exactly how hard her devar fucks.

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