The next afternoon, Arjun's cock was already throbbing at the memory of Priya's gushing cunt. He knocked on her door, and it creaked open to reveal her in a sheer white saree, soaked through from a "spilled" glass of water. The fabric clung like a second skin, her massive 38DD tits outlined perfectly—nipples dark, stiff, poking through with tiny droplets trickling down the valley between them. Lower, the saree plastered to her thick thighs, a dark wet patch spreading from her crotch where her pussy had already begun to drool.
"Aunty, you're… dripping," Arjun growled, stepping inside and kicking the door shut.
Priya bit her lip, voice husky: "The heat, beta… it makes aunty's choot leak like a broken tap." She turned, bending slightly, and the saree rode up her fat ass cheeks. *Drip-drip-drip*—thick strands of her pussy juice stretched from her swollen lips to the floor, snapping with wet *plink* sounds.
Arjun dropped to his knees behind her, yanking the saree up. Her bare cunt glistened, folds puffy and parted, a steady stream of slick pouring out in slow, viscous rivulets. He spread her cheeks—*shlorp*—the sound of wet skin peeling apart, revealing her hole clenching hungrily. "Fuck, listen to this slutty pussy," he said, blowing cool air over it. *Pffft.* Her lips quivered, and a fresh gush squirted out—*splurt!*—splattering his chin.
Priya moaned like a whore in heat: "Mmmph… don't tease, beta… shove that fat lund in aunty's sopping gaand—no, wait, only choot!" She corrected herself with a desperate whine, pushing back.
Arjun stood, freeing his nine-inch monster. It slapped against her ass—*thwack*—pre-cum smearing across her skin. He dragged the bulbous head through her slit, coating it in her syrupy juices. *Schlick-schlick-schlick.* The sound was obscene, like stirring thick honey, her pussy lips sucking greedily at his crown.
"Ready, aunty?" He gripped her hips and *thrust*. His cock speared her in one brutal stroke—*GLORSH!*—a wet explosion as her cunt swallowed him whole. Juices erupted around his shaft in a creamy ring, dripping in heavy globs—*plop plop plop*—onto the marble. Her walls fluttered, milking him with rhythmic *squish-squish* contractions.
"AAHHH! SO DEEP… FILLING AUNTY'S WOMB!" Priya screamed, her tits bouncing free from the saree, slapping together with wet *flap-flap-flap* sounds. Arjun pounded relentlessly—*PLAP-PLAP-PLAP!*—each thrust forcing out more slick, the excess frothing into a creamy lather that coated his balls and dripped in sticky strings.
He pulled her upright, back to chest, one hand mauling a heavy tit—*squish*—milk-like sweat and pussy juice mixing between his fingers. His other hand snaked down, fingers by rubbing her clit in furious circles. *Schlop-schlop-schlop.* Her pussy responded with a fresh flood, squirting in arcs—* pssht pssht pssht!*—soaking his wrist.
"Cum for me, you leaky bitch," he snarled, biting her neck. Priya's legs buckled. "C-CUMMINGG!" Her cunt spasmed, a torrent gushing out—*SPLORSH!*—drenching his cock, the floor, her own thighs in a sticky mess. The wet sounds intensified—*glurk glurk glurk*—as he kept fucking through her orgasm, her pussy farting out air and juice in lewd *pfflrt* bursts.
Arjun spun her around, pushing her onto the dining table. Her ass hit the wood—*splat!*—pussy juice spreading in a puddle. He hooked her legs over his shoulders and *slammed* back in. *SQUELCH!* The angle was perfect; every thrust made her lips bulge outward, expelling creamy froth in rhythmic *splurt-splurt* spurts. Her moans were pure porn: "YESSS… POUND AUNTY'S GUSHING HOLE… MAKE IT SQUIRT AGAIN!"
He lasted another forty minutes, the room echoing with nonstop wet symphony: *schlop-plap-squelch-glorp.* Finally, he roared, pumping rope after thick rope deep inside—*splurt-splurt-splurt.* Her pussy overflowed instantly, cum and cunt juice mixing into a milky waterfall that cascaded off the table—*drip-drip-drip*—forming a puddle beneath them.
Priya lay there, chest heaving, saree ruined and transparent, pussy still twitching and leaking. "Tomorrow…" she panted, "bring a friend. Aunty wants two cocks making her choot sing even wetter."
Arjun smirked, his cock already stirring. Delhi's MILFs were about to get *soaked*.
The monsoon had broken over Delhi, turning the air into a humid, sex-drenched haze. Arjun's cock, still slick from Priya's cunt-cream, led him straight to the ground-floor flat of Mrs. Rekha Malhotra—his 45-year-old landlady, a widowed, top-heavy bombshell whose 40F tits strained every blouse like overripe mangoes ready to burst. Her ass was a sinful shelf of jiggling flesh, and rumor said her pussy wept rivers at the mere sight of a hard dick.
Rekha opened the door in a flimsy cotton nightie, rain-soaked from the balcony. The fabric was plastered to her skin, translucent—her fat, veiny udders heaving, nipples thick as thumbs, dark areolas visible through the clinging cloth. Below, the nightie stuck to her crotch like wet tissue, outlining swollen pussy lips that pulsed visibly. A steady *drip-drip-drip* of cunt-honey traced down her inner thigh, pooling at her feet in a glossy puddle.
"Arjun… the AC's dead again," she purred, voice thick with need. "Aunty's choot is *boiling*—come fix it." She turned, nightie riding up to expose her bare, dripping slit—lips puffy, glistening, a thick strand of girl-cum stretching from her hole to the floor like melted mozzarella.
Arjun's nine-inch beast throbbed, veins bulging. He lunged, slamming her against the wall—*THUD!*—ripping the nightie down the front. Her monstrous tits exploded free, slapping together with a wet *FLAP-FLAP!* Sweat and pussy juice sprayed from the impact. He buried his face between them, motorboating the slick valley—*shlorp shlorp shlorp*—tongue lapping salty tit-flesh while his hands kneaded the heavy orbs until milk-white droplets squirted from her pores.
Rekha's head lolled back, moaning like a bitch in heat: "HNNNG… SUCK AUNTY'S FILTHY MILK-BAGS… BITE THEM RAW!" Her nipples leaked tiny beads of sweat; he latched onto one, sucking hard—*SLUUURP!*—drawing it deep until her areola bulged in his mouth.
His hand plunged between her thighs. *SQUELCH!* Three fingers speared her sopping cunt, instantly drowned in scalding nectar. He finger-fucked her brutally—*GLORSH-GLORSH-GLORSH!*—each thrust forcing out obscene gushes that splattered his forearm in sticky ropes. Her pussy farted around his digits—*PFFLRT-PFFLRT!*—air and cunt-juice bubbling out in frothy bursts.
"YOUR CUNT'S A FUCKING WATERFALL, AUNTY!" Arjun snarled, yanking his fingers free with a wet *POP!* A fountain of slick arced out, drenching his shirt. He spun her, bending her over the kitchen counter—her fat ass cheeks spread wide, revealing a winking, drooling hole. *Drip-drip-drip.* A puddle formed beneath her, reflecting the ceiling light in shimmering ripples.
He freed his cock—*THWACK!*—slapping it against her ass cleft. Pre-cum smeared across her skin in glossy streaks. Gripping her hips, he dragged the bloated head through her slit—*SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK!*—coating himself in her syrupy filth. Her pussy lips sucked at him like a hungry mouth, making wet kissing noises—*smack-smack-smack.*
"RAM IT IN, BETA! SPLIT AUNTY'S DRIPPING CUNT WITH THAT MONSTER LUND!" Rekha begged, voice breaking into slutty sobs.
Arjun *OBLITERATED* her in one savage thrust—*SPLUUURGE!* His cock punched through her cervix, balls slapping her clit with a wet *CLAP!* Her pussy detonated—*SQUIIIRT!*—a high-pressure jet of girl-cum hosing his abs, running down his thighs in rivers. The sound was apocalyptic: *GLUK-GLUK-GLUK!* as he reamed her, her walls convulsing in rhythmic spasms, frothing cream around his shaft in thick, churning rings.
"FUCKFUCKFUCK! STRETCHING AUNTY'S WOMB… GONNA squirt AGAIN!" Rekha screamed, her tits swinging like wrecking balls—*FLAP-FLAP-FLAP!*—smacking the counter with wet thuds. Arjun jackhammered her for an hour straight, the kitchen echoing with a pornographic orchestra:
- *PLAP-PLAP-PLAP!* Balls slapping ass.
- *SQUELCH-SQUELCH!* Pussy devouring cock.
- *SPLORSH-SPLORSH!* Cum and cunt-juice erupting with every withdrawal.
- *DRIP-DRIP-DRIP!* Excess slick cascading off the counter in sticky waterfalls.
He flipped her onto her back atop the dining table, legs hooked over his shoulders. Her pussy gaped—red, swollen, oozing—before he *SLAMMED* back in. *GLORP!* The angle made her lips bulge outward with each thrust, expelling creamy froth in rhythmic *SPLURT-SPLURT!* bursts that painted his pelvis white. Rekha's eyes rolled back, tongue lolling: "CUMMINGGG… AUNTY'S filthy CHOOT IS EXPLODING!" Her orgasm triggered a violent geyser—*PSSSSHHHT!*—soaking his torso, the table, the floor in a steaming lake of mixed fluids.
Arjun kept pounding through her climax, stamina inhuman. He pulled out briefly—*SCHLOOOP!*—her pussy gaping like a hungry mouth, then *RAMMED* back in, balls-deep. Another forty minutes of relentless rutting, her moans turning to guttural howls: "BREED ME… FILL AUNTY'S LEAKING WOMB WITH THICK BABY-BATTER!"
Finally, he erupted—*SPLUUURT-SPLUUURT-SPLUUURT!*—pumping rope after rope of scalding cum into her depths. Her pussy overflowed instantly, a creamy volcano bubbling out around his shaft—*glorp glorp glorp*—running in thick rivulets down her ass crack, pooling beneath her in a sticky, pungent mess.
Rekha lay wrecked, nightie in tatters, tits heaving, pussy still twitching and drooling a mix of cum and cunt-honey. "Tomorrow…" she rasped, "bring Priya. Aunty wants to *drown* in double the cream."
Arjun's cock, still rock-hard and glistening, twitched at the thought. Delhi's MILFs were about to become a *flood zone*.
The next evening, Delhi's sky cracked open with monsoon fury, rain hammering the windows like a thousand wet slaps. Arjun stood at Rekha's door, Priya already inside, both MILFs waiting in nothing but sheer, rain-soaked sarees that clung like liquid sin. Priya's 38DD tits strained the fabric, nipples leaking tiny rivulets down the translucent cloth. Rekha's 40F monsters heaved with every breath, her nightie-turned-saree plastered to her crotch where her pussy had already begun to *weep*—a dark, spreading stain of cunt-honey seeping through.
"Beta…" Rekha purred, voice dripping lust, "Aunty's choot is *starving* for your lund. And Priya's been leaking since morning thinking about it." She turned, bending over the couch—*shlorp*—the sound of wet saree peeling from her ass cheeks. Her pussy lips, swollen and glistening, parted slightly, a thick rope of slick stretching from her hole to the floor—*drip… plink… drip.*
Priya dropped to her knees, crawling forward like a bitch in heat. "Let aunty taste that fat cock first," she begged, yanking Arjun's zipper down. His nine-inch beast sprang free—*THWACK!*—slapping her cheek with a wet streak of pre-cum. She engulfed him instantly—*GLUK-GLUK-GLUK!*—throat bulging, saliva and pre-cum frothing around her lips in bubbly strands. The sound was obscene: *shlorp-shlorp-shlorp* as she deep-throated him, gagging sluttily, drool cascading down his balls in sticky ropes.
Rekha wasn't idle. She straddled the armrest, grinding her sopping cunt against it—*SQUISH-SQUISH-SQUISH!*—pussy lips spreading wide, leaving a glossy snail-trail of girl-cum. "Watch aunty's filthy hole *leak* for you," she moaned, fingers plunging in—*GLORSH!*—three digits spearing her depths, pulling out coated in creamy nectar. She smeared it across Priya's face, who licked it up greedily—*slurp slurp*—tongue lapping Rekha's juices from her own lips.
Arjun pulled Priya up by her hair, spinning her to face Rekha. "Both of you—bend over. I'm gonna *flood* these slutty cunts." The MILFs obeyed, sarees hiked to their waists, asses presented like offerings. Priya's pussy drooled a steady stream—*drip-drip-drip*—while Rekha's gaped slightly, inner walls pulsing visibly, a puddle already forming beneath her.
He started with Priya—*SPLUUURGE!*—ramming balls-deep in one thrust. Her cunt detonated—*SQUIIIRT!*—a high-pressure jet hosing Rekha's face, who opened her mouth to catch it—*glug glug glug.* The sound was apocalyptic: *PLAP-PLAP-PLAP!* as he reamed Priya, her ass cheeks rippling, pussy farting out air and juice in lewd *PFFLRT-PFFLRT!* bursts. Rekha reached back, spreading Priya's cheeks wider—*shlorp*—exposing the creamy froth churning around Arjun's shaft.
"Switch!" he growled, pulling out with a wet *SCHLOOOP!* Priya's pussy gaped, oozing a thick waterfall of mixed fluids. He *SLAMMED* into Rekha—*GLORP!*—her deeper cunt swallowing him whole, cervix kissing his crown. "FUCKKK! AUNTY'S WOMB IS KISSING YOUR COCKHEAD!" Rekha screamed, her 40F tits swinging like pendulums—*FLAP-FLAP-FLAP!*—smacking Priya's back with wet thuds.
Priya wasn't left out. She slid beneath Rekha in a 69, tongue spearing Rekha's clit—*slurp slurp slurp*—while Arjun's balls slapped her forehead with every thrust—*thwop thwop.* Rekha returned the favor, burying her face in Priya's dripping hole—*shlorp shlorp*—sucking out Arjun's pre-cum mixed with Priya's nectar in greedy gulps.
The room became a *symphony of filth*:
- *SQUELCH-SQUELCH!* Pussy devouring cock.
- *SPLORSH-SPLORSH!* Juices erupting with every withdrawal.
- *GLUK-GLUK!* Throats and cunts gulping fluids.
- *DRIP-DRIP-DRIP!* Excess slick cascading in sticky waterfalls.
Arjun alternated for *hours*—Priya on her back, legs over his shoulders, pussy lips bulging outward with each thrust, expelling creamy froth in rhythmic *SPLURT-SPLURT!* bursts; Rekha riding reverse cowgirl, her fat ass clapping down—*THWOP-THWOP!*—pussy creaming his base in thick rings, tits bouncing wildly—*FLAP-FLAP!*
Finally, he lined them up on their knees. "Open wide, you leaking whores." His cock erupted—*SPLUUURT-SPLUUURT-SPLUUURT!*—painting their faces, tits, and open mouths in thick ropes. But he wasn't done. He shoved back into Priya—*GLORSH!*—pumping her full, then Rekha—*SPLORSH!*—until both cunts overflowed, cum and cunt-juice mixing into a creamy deluge that ran down their thighs in rivers, pooling beneath them in a steaming, pungent lake.
The MILFs collapsed, sarees ruined, bodies glistening, pussies still twitching and drooling. "Tomorrow…" Priya rasped, licking cum from Rekha's nipple, "bring *more* cocks. Aunty wants to *drown* in a cum-tsunami."
Arjun's cock, still rock-hard and dripping, twitched. Delhi's monsoon had nothing on the *flood* about to hit its MILFs