I crawled slowly across the crisp white sheets toward Ms. Aisha—my forbidden, curvaceous homeroom teacher—her thick thighs spread wide in those sheer black stockings, crotchless panties framing her shaved pink pussy like a lewd gift. Her swollen outer lips glistened obscenely, parted and dripping thick strands of clear arousal that trailed down her ass crack and soaked the bed, the sharp, tangy musk of her drenched cunt flooding the dimly lit hotel suite, mixing with her jasmine perfume and the faint scent of fresh linen. Her engorged clit throbbed visibly, begging for touch as fresh nectar leaked in slow pulses.
I lowered my face between her legs, inhaling deeply before dragging my tongue broad and flat over her puffy pussy lips—tasting the salty-sweet flood of her juices, warm and slick against my mouth. She bucked slightly with a slutty whimper. Then I plunged my tongue deep inside her scalding hole, tongue-fucking her relentlessly—curling and thrusting to lap at her velvety walls, sucking her creamy nectar as obscene slurping sounds filled the room. Ms. Aisha moaned like a depraved slut—"Mm! Mm! Mm! Yes, yes, just like that, hubby!"—her expression shattering into pure ecstasy: tongue lolling out, eyes rolling back white, thick drool dripping from her open mouth down her chin and onto her heaving massive tits, black bra still straining around them.
Minutes of devouring her built the tension unbearably—her hips grinding desperately against my face, thighs quivering in stockings—until she shattered, squirting hot jets of girl-cum all over my mouth and cheeks in forceful, pee-like gushes that soaked my skin and dripped down my neck. Panting, she sat up wildly, pulling me close to lick every single drop from my face—her tongue lapping greedily at her own tangy release, moaning as she cleaned me with sloppy, possessive strokes.
I stood, cock throbbing painfully hard and veiny, precum beading at the tip. "Open your mouth," I commanded roughly. Ms. Aisha obeyed instantly, kneeling on the bed with lips parted wide, eyes submissive and hungry. I aimed my shaft and released—a hot stream of piss pouring directly into her waiting mouth, filling it golden and warm. She gulped it down greedily—gulp, gulp, gulp—throat working visibly, not spilling a drop, her pussy pulsing and leaking more as the filthy act pushed her arousal higher, a soft whimper escaping around the flow.
"Doggy style," I growled next. She turned eagerly, arching her back on all fours—big ass presented high, stockings taut, her pink dripping pussy winking open, juices trailing down her thighs. I rubbed my cockhead along her slick folds first, teasing her engorged clit until she begged, then slammed in with a brutal thrust—burying balls-deep in one merciless stroke, her tight walls stretching around my girth with a wet squelch. Ms. Aisha screamed in ecstasy, drool spilling from her open mouth onto the sheets as her body jolted forward.
I held still deep inside, savoring her clenching heat, letting the tension build as she trembled. "Please… I beg you, hubby—fuck my slut pussy!" she whined desperately, pushing back.
I nodded and started slow—long, deep drags that escalated to medium rhythm, pounding her relentlessly as wet slaps echoed through the suite—my heavy balls smacking her clit with every thrust, her creamy juices frothing around my shaft and splattering our thighs. For thirty intense minutes, I railed her like that—her massive tits swinging wildly beneath, bra slipping, her moans turning to broken slutty cries as sweat slicked our skin.
We exploded simultaneously—her cunt spasming in violent waves, milking me as she buried her face in the pillow with a muffled scream; my cock pulsing thick ropes of hot cum deep into her womb, filling her until it overflowed. I pulled out slowly, watching my pearly load leak in thick globs from her gaping pink hole, mixing with her juices down her stockings.
Ms. Aisha collapsed forward, passing out from overwhelming pleasure—body limp and twitching in aftershocks, drool pooling on the pillow. Satisfied, I dressed quickly, the room heavy with the scent of piss, cum, and sex. I left the keycard on the nightstand beside her, slipping out quietly into the Mumbai evening, my body sated and mind already plotting the next forbidden encounter
I left the luxury hotel suite in the hazy Mumbai afternoon, the sun still high and beating down on the bustling streets, the lingering taste of Ms. Aisha's tangy squirt and piss faint on my tongue as I slid into my car, cock sated but already stirring at memories of her gaping, cum-leaking pussy. To kill time before evening, I decided on a movie—something mindless to relax. I parked in the multiplex lot, the air thick with exhaust and street food vendors' spicy aromas, paid for a ticket to a packed action flick, and settled into the dimly lit theater. The cool AC blasted against my skin as I claimed a seat in the back row corner, munching salty, buttery popcorn that crunched loudly in the quiet previews, the massive screen flickering with trailers.
Midway through the film, a stunning MILF slipped into the seat beside me—mid-30s, with golden skin, long dark hair cascading over her shoulders, and a tight salwar kameez straining against her enormous, heavy breasts, dark nipples faintly visible through the thin fabric as they jiggled with her movements. Her perfume—rich sandalwood and musk—wafted over, mixing with the faint, sharp scent of arousal emanating from between her thick thighs. She glanced at me sidelong, her full lips curving in a knowing smile, dark eyes locking onto mine in the screen's glow. "Having fun, little brother?" she whispered huskily, voice low and teasing.
I nodded, pulse quickening. She leaned closer, her massive tits brushing my arm, warm and soft. "If you don't mind… would you be kind enough to show me your cock?" Her words dripped with need, eyes hungry.
Without a word, I unzipped my jeans in the shadowy privacy of the back row, freeing my thick, veiny shaft—already hardening again, precum beading at the swollen head. She nodded in deep satisfaction, licking her lips as she stared, her breathing ragged.
"You see, little brother," she murmured, voice trembling slightly, "my marriage was arranged—I don't mind, but my husband has a tiny cock and finishes in seconds. He never satisfies me." She leaned in even closer, hot breath on my ear. "So… can you satisfy your big sister?"
I nodded, cock throbbing fully erect now. With a wicked grin, she reached under her salwar, shimmying out of her soaked black panties—drenched through, the crotch panel stiff with her creamy arousal—and draped them casually on the armrest, the musky scent of her dripping pussy flooding the space between us.
She straddled my lap swiftly, facing the screen to maintain cover, her big ass settling heavily as she hiked up her salwar and guided my throbbing cock to her scalding, sopping entrance. In one slick motion, she sank down—her tight, velvety walls engulfing me balls-deep, clenching greedily around my girth with a wet squelch that barely rose over the movie's explosions. She hugged me tightly, arms around my neck, massive tits squishing against my chest, but no kiss—just raw, anonymous connection as she started riding me slow and deliberate.
Obscene wet sounds filled our little bubble—her gushing cunt slurping along my shaft with every grind, my thick head pounding her deepest spots, battering her cervix as her juices flooded out, soaking my balls and jeans. She moaned softly into my shoulder—"Mmm… ahh… yes, little brother… so big… so deep…"—her body trembling, ass rippling against my thighs in the theater seat.
The tension built unbearably amid the on-screen chaos, her pussy pulsing hotter, clit grinding my base until we shattered simultaneously—her walls spasming violently in milking waves, squirting hot nectar around my cock; my shaft erupting thick ropes of cum deep into her womb, filling her until it overflowed. She lifted off slowly, my creamy load gushing from her pink, gaping lips down her thighs in pearly strands, soaking her salwar further.
Satisfied and glowing, the MILF—her name whispered as
I left the luxury hotel suite in the hazy Mumbai afternoon, the sun still high and beating down on the bustling streets, the lingering taste of Ms. Aisha's tangy squirt and piss faint on my tongue as I slid into my car, cock sated but already stirring at memories of her gaping, cum-leaking pussy. To kill time before evening, I decided on a movie—something mindless to relax. I parked in the multiplex lot, the air thick with exhaust and street food vendors' spicy aromas, paid for a ticket to a packed action flick, and settled into the dimly lit theater. The cool AC blasted against my skin as I claimed a seat in the back row corner, munching salty, buttery popcorn that crunched loudly in the quiet previews, the massive screen flickering with trailers.
Midway through the film, a stunning MILF slipped into the seat beside me—mid-30s, with golden skin, long dark hair cascading over her shoulders, and a tight salwar kameez straining against her enormous, heavy breasts, dark nipples faintly visible through the thin fabric as they jiggled with her movements. Her perfume—rich sandalwood and musk—wafted over, mixing with the faint, sharp scent of arousal emanating from between her thick thighs. She glanced at me sidelong, her full lips curving in a knowing smile, dark eyes locking onto mine in the screen's glow. "Having fun, little brother?" she whispered huskily, voice low and teasing.
I nodded, pulse quickening. She leaned closer, her massive tits brushing my arm, warm and soft. "If you don't mind… would you be kind enough to show me your cock?" Her words dripped with need, eyes hungry.
Without a word, I unzipped my jeans in the shadowy privacy of the back row, freeing my thick, veiny shaft—already hardening again, precum beading at the swollen head. She nodded in deep satisfaction, licking her lips as she stared, her breathing ragged.
"You see, little brother," she murmured, voice trembling slightly, "my marriage was arranged—I don't mind, but my husband has a tiny cock and finishes in seconds. He never satisfies me." She leaned in even closer, hot breath on my ear. "So… can you satisfy your big sister?"
I nodded, cock throbbing fully erect now. With a wicked grin, she reached under her salwar, shimmying out of her soaked black panties—drenched through, the crotch panel stiff with her creamy arousal—and draped them casually on the armrest, the musky scent of her dripping pussy flooding the space between us.
She straddled my lap swiftly, facing the screen to maintain cover, her big ass settling heavily as she hiked up her salwar and guided my throbbing cock to her scalding, sopping entrance. In one slick motion, she sank down—her tight, velvety walls engulfing me balls-deep, clenching greedily around my girth with a wet squelch that barely rose over the movie's explosions. She hugged me tightly, arms around my neck, massive tits squishing against my chest, but no kiss—just raw, anonymous connection as she started riding me slow and deliberate.
Obscene wet sounds filled our little bubble—her gushing cunt slurping along my shaft with every grind, my thick head pounding her deepest spots, battering her cervix as her juices flooded out, soaking my balls and jeans. She moaned softly into my shoulder—"Mmm… ahh… yes, little brother… so big… so deep…"—her body trembling, ass rippling against my thighs in the theater seat.
The tension built unbearably amid the on-screen chaos, her pussy pulsing hotter, clit grinding my base until we shattered simultaneously—her walls spasming violently in milking waves, squirting hot nectar around my cock; my shaft erupting thick ropes of cum deep into her womb, filling her until it overflowed. She lifted off slowly, my creamy load gushing from her pink, gaping lips down her thighs in pearly strands, soaking her salwar further.
Satisfied and glowing, the MILF—her name whispered as Riya in a parting breath—tucked her soaked panties into my hand, slipped her phone number on a napkin into my pocket, and stood on shaky legs, blowing a discreet kiss before vanishing down the aisle. I tucked myself away, the lingering warmth and scent of her cum-filled pussy on me, and settled back to watch the rest of the movie in blissful, post-orgasm haze, popcorn forgotten as the credits finally rolled.
in a parting breath—tucked her soaked panties into my hand, slipped her phone number on a napkin into my pocket, and stood on shaky legs, blowing a discreet kiss before vanishing down the aisle. I tucked myself away, the lingering warmth and scent of her cum-filled pussy on me, and settled back to watch the rest of the movie in blissful, post-orgasm haze, popcorn forgotten as the credits finally rolled.