in the bustling suburbs of Delhi, where the air hummed with the chaos of honking auto-rickshaws and the scent of street-side chaat, lived Arjun, a 28-year-old software engineer with a secret obsession. He craved mature women—busted MILFs with voluptuous curves, massive tits that strained against their blouses, and plump asses that jiggled with every step. But what drove him wild was their dripping wet pussies, always ready, always soaking through their sarees or salwar kameez. Arjun himself was blessed with a big, thick cock—nine inches of veiny hardness that could pound for hours without tiring.
It started on a sweltering afternoon in his apartment complex. Arjun was returning from work, sweat trickling down his toned body, when he spotted her: Mrs. Priya Sharma, the 42-year-old widow next door. She was a classic busted MILF—her saree clinging to her sweat-drenched skin, outlining her enormous 38DD breasts that heaved with every breath. Her ass was a masterpiece, round and fat, swaying hypnotically as she bent over to pick up groceries from the floor. Arjun's cock twitched in his pants as he imagined her pussy, already dripping from the heat, begging for his thickness.
"Arjun beta, can you help aunty with these bags?" Priya called out, her voice husky, lips painted red. Her eyes lingered on his broad shoulders, a subtle hunger flashing in them.
"Of course, aunty," he replied, stepping closer. As he grabbed the bags, his arm brushed against her soft, massive tit. She gasped softly, her nipple hardening visibly through the thin fabric.
Inside her flat, the AC was broken, making the room steamy. Priya fanned herself with her pallu, exposing deep cleavage glistening with sweat. "It's so hot... my blouse is sticking everywhere," she complained, peeling it slightly away from her skin with a wet *schlick* sound.
Arjun's eyes darkened with lust. "Let me help you cool down, aunty." Boldly, he pulled her close, his hands gripping her wide hips. Priya moaned like a slut, "Ohhh Arjun... what are you—ahh!"
Their lips crashed together, tongues dancing in a sloppy, wet kiss. Arjun's hands roamed to her massive boobs, squeezing the soft flesh until milk-like sweat dripped between his fingers. He yanked down her blouse, her huge tits bouncing free—dark nipples erect and begging. "Fuck, aunty, your tits are so big and heavy," he growled, sucking one nipple hard, making wet *slurp slurp* sounds as his mouth filled with her sweaty skin.
Priya arched back, moaning sluttily, "Yesss... suck aunty's big udders... mmmph!" Her hand fumbled with his zipper, freeing his massive cock. It sprang out, thick and veiny, pre-cum oozing from the tip. "Oh god, it's so big... thicker than my husband's ever was!"
Arjun pushed her onto the couch, hiking up her saree. No panties—her pussy was a sopping mess, lips swollen and dripping juices down her thick thighs. *Drip drip*—wetness pooled on the cushion. "Look at this slutty cunt, aunty. So fucking wet for me."
He rubbed his cockhead against her slick folds, skin-to-skin *schlop schlop* sounds filling the room as her pussy lips parted greedily. Priya bucked her hips, whining like a whore, "Put it in... fuck aunty's dripping hole with your big dick!"
With one thrust, Arjun buried half his length inside her. *Squelch!* Her walls clenched around him, hot and velvety, juices squirting out around his shaft. "Aaaahhh! So thick... stretching meee!" she screamed, her big ass jiggling as he started pounding.
Skin slapped against skin—*plap plap plap*—wet and rhythmic, her pussy making obscene *gluck gluck gluck* noises with every deep stroke. Arjun lasted forever, hammering her for what felt like an eternity, his balls slapping her ass. Priya came first, her body shaking, "I'm cumming... oh fuck, yesss!" Her pussy gushed, soaking his cock in creamy fluids.
But he wasn't done. Flipping her onto all fours, her massive tits swung like pendulums, ass cheeks spreading to show her dripping entrance. He slammed back in, *splat splat*, her moans turning into slutty howls: "Harder... pound aunty's fat pussy... don't stop!"
Hours passed in a blur of wet fucks—missionary with her legs wrapped around him, her tits bouncing wildly; cowgirl where she rode him, her ass clapping down on his thighs with *thwop thwop* sounds, pussy creaming all over his base. Arjun's stamina was unreal; he filled her multiple times, cum mixing with her juices in sticky rivulets.
As the sun set, Priya lay spent, pussy throbbing and leaking, but her eyes sparkled. "Come back tomorrow, beta... aunty's cunt will be dripping for you again."
Arjun grinned, his cock still semi-hard. This was just the beginning of his MILF conquests in Delhi.