I was visiting my brother in India when I met his stunning wife, my bhabhi. She was dressed in traditional Indian attire, her curves accentuated by the colorful fabrics. I couldn't take my eyes off her, especially when I noticed the way her blouse hugged her ample breasts.
One day, when my brother was away, I found myself alone with my bhabhi. The tension between us was palpable, and I couldn't resist making my move. I whispered in her ear how badly I wanted her, how I couldn't stop thinking about her.
Before I knew it, my big lun was out, and she was on her knees, eagerly taking me in her mouth. I moaned in pleasure as she expertly sucked me, her eyes filled with lust.
That day, we fucked in true desi Indian style, her moans filling the room as my big lun pounded her relentlessly. It was a forbidden pleasure, but one neither of us could resist. And as we lay spent in each other's arms, I knew this would not be our only secret encounter.
