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Kavita Climbed My Sofa And Took It Like She Owned The Hall

Kavita Climbed My Sofa And Took It Like She Owned The Hall

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I never planned any of this. That Sunday started boring as hell in my Surat flat and somehow became the hinglish living room sex story I jerk off to even now. My college buddy had sent his wife Kavita over because he was stuck in some factory overtime and she needed to drop off some papers he left with me. Simple work. I opened the door in old shorts and a vest and she walked in wearing this tight salwar kameez that hugged her hips like it was painted on.

She sat on the big sofa in the living room and I brought two cups of chai. We talked some random shit about her husband and the heat outside. Then her dupatta slipped a bit and I saw the top of her bra. Fair skin, soft looking. I looked away fast but she caught me. She smiled small and said arey Sameer bhai dekhte rehna mat warna main bhi dekhne lagungi. I laughed stupid and said kya dekhogi. She put her cup down and leaned forward so her boobs pushed together and said jo tu chhupa ke baitha hai shorts mein.

My lund jumped right there. I was not wearing underwear and the shorts showed everything. She stared straight at the bulge and licked her lower lip. I said Kavita yeh galat hai tera pati mera dost hai. She stood up slow and walked to the door of the living room and locked it from inside. Then she came back and sat right next to me almost on my thigh. Her hand went on my leg and she said aaj pati late aayega aur main bheegi hui baithi hoon subah se. Tu madad karega ya main khud hi kar lun?

Sofa Cushions Did Not Stand A Chance

I still tried to act decent for two seconds. Then her fingers slid under the edge of my shorts and touched the hot skin of my lund. That was it. I grabbed her face and kissed her hard. No soft romance bullshit. Tongue straight in. She tasted like chai and mint. Her hand wrapped full around my lund and started pumping slow while we kissed. I pulled her kameez up and the bra was simple black but her boobs spilled out heavy and soft. I sucked one nipple and bit a little. She moaned low and said haan aise hi kaat thoda.

I pushed her back on the sofa. The middle cushion dipped under her ass. I yanked the salwar down along with her panties in one go. Her chut was already shiny. Thick dark hair trimmed neat and the lips swollen. I shoved two fingers inside without warning and she was dripping wet. She arched and said Sameer dheere nahi full ghusaa. I finger fucked her fast and the wet sound filled the whole living room. My thumb rubbed her clit rough and she started shaking legs open wider.

I pulled my shorts down and my lund slapped against my stomach hard as iron. She sat up quick and took it in her mouth like she was starving. No teasing. She went deep till her nose hit my stomach and gagged once then kept going. Spit ran down my balls. I held her hair and fucked her face slow at first then harder. She looked up with watery eyes and said aur de mujhe. I pulled out and slapped my wet lund on her cheek a couple times. She laughed dirty and opened mouth again.

I made her turn around on all fours on the sofa. Ass up high. That round desi gaand looked perfect. I spit on her hole and rubbed the head of my lund up and down her slit. Then I pushed in one long stroke. Her chut swallowed me full. Hot tight and gripping. She screamed into the cushion and said madarchod pura andar hai. I started pounding. The sofa creaked loud. Every thrust made her boobs swing under her. I reached around and squeezed them hard while slamming from behind.

She kept talking filth the whole time. Tighter maar. Meri chut phaad de. Apne dost ki biwi ko kutia bana. I slapped her ass red and she only pushed back harder. Sweat ran down my chest onto her back. I pulled out and flipped her so she lay half hanging off the sofa edge. Legs on my shoulders. I drove back in deep and watched my lund disappear again and again. Her juices coated my stomach. She came first with a loud cry and her walls squeezed me like a fist. I did not stop. Kept fucking her through it till she was babbling half Hindi half nonsense.

Second Round Got Dirtier Fast

I was close but I pulled out and made her kneel on the floor carpet in front of the sofa. She stroked me with both hands and sucked the head while looking up. I told her open mouth and she did. I came hard across her tongue and lips and some on her chin. Thick ropes. She swallowed most and wiped the rest with her finger and licked that too. Then she said abhi bas nahi. Mujhe aur chahiye. I was still half hard and her words made me full again quick.

She pushed me to sit on the sofa and climbed on top facing me. Cowgirl. She held my lund and sat down slow till I bottomed out. Then she started bouncing. Hard. Her heavy boobs slapped my face and I sucked whatever nipple came near. She rode like she wanted to break the sofa. Hands on my shoulders for balance. I grabbed her waist and slammed up into her every time she came down. The sound of skin hitting skin was filthy loud. Anyone in the next flat could have heard but we did not care.

She leaned back holding my knees and I watched my lund stretch her chut open. Pink and messy. I thumbed her clit again and she came a second time shaking so hard she almost fell. I held her up and kept thrusting from below. After she calmed a bit I told her turn around reverse. She did and now I had the full view of her gaand bouncing on me. I spit on her back hole and rubbed it with my thumb while she rode. She moaned different and said finger daal. I pushed my thumb in her ass slow and she went crazy grinding harder.

I felt my second load building. I stood up with her still on me somehow and laid her on her back again across the sofa length. One leg up high. I pounded deep and fast. She scratched my back and said andar hi jhad. Main bhi ready hoon. I did not pull out. I buried full and came inside her hard pulses filling her up. She clenched around me milking every drop. When I finally pulled out thick white cream leaked out of her open chut onto the dark sofa fabric. She reached down and pushed some back in with two fingers then tasted it.

We Could Not Stop Even After That

We lay there breathing heavy for a minute. Sweat everywhere. Living room smelled of sex and chai gone cold. She laughed soft and said teri sofa kharab ho gayi. I said worth it. Then her hand found my lund again sticky and soft. She stroked slow and it twitched back to life because I am still young enough. She said ek baar aur gaand mein try kar. I raised eyebrow and she nodded serious. I grabbed oil from the side table I keep for massage and poured some on her ass crack.

She stayed on her stomach chest on the sofa cushions ass high. I rubbed the oil around her tight hole and pushed one finger then two till she loosened. My lund was hard again coated in leftover cum and oil. I pressed the head against her gaand and pushed steady. She hissed and said dheere pehle. I went inch by inch till half was in. Her ass was tighter than anything. Once she nodded I started fucking slow long strokes. The living room was quiet except our breathing and the wet slide sound.

After a while she pushed back meeting me. I went deeper and faster. Full balls deep in her gaand. I reached under and rubbed her clit while I fucked her ass. She came again shaking and I felt it around my lund. That finished me. I slammed deep and dumped another load inside her ass. When I pulled out it dripped slow down her thigh. She stayed like that for a bit then turned and kissed me messy tasting both of us.

We cleaned up with my towel and some water from the kitchen. She fixed her salwar kameez as best she could but her hair was wild and neck had marks. She said next Sunday bhi same time aaungi if you want. I just nodded still half naked on the ruined sofa. She unlocked the door and left with a last look at the wet spot we made. I sat there smelling the room and already wanting her back. That afternoon wrecked my living room and my head in the best way and I still replay every thrust when I am alone.

Later I washed the covers but the memory stuck harder than any stain. Kavita texts random dirty lines now and I know next time will be longer. Maybe on the floor or against the wall. Whatever. My lund gets thick just thinking how she took everything in that hall without shame. Desi wives can be the filthiest when they finally open up and she proved it on my sofa that day.

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