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Click hereFor Binita the flooding surge of warmth brought out deep sighs and screams in the throat. Her womb filled with this wonderful man's sumptuous outpourings. She felt his seed deep in her and she held steady as he plunged and held himself in more than once. His pleasure was so important to her, she just wanted him to savor every tremor of his and for her to receive every little spend from his system.
As the rapidly shrinking cock slipped away, Binita found herself unsupported as the Thakur had now placed his hands on the wall. She fell over, suitcase and all. She now was on her back, half inside her suitcase, looking up at Thakur who was standing still, hands on the wall. Thankfully for Binita, the ghagra skirt fell back to cover her, though her ass was still not covered.
She watched Thakur, lost in the trance of his experience, except for the occasional shuddering aftershock of his orgasm. He threw his head back, his hand reached for his cock and he gave himself a squeeze through a handful of cloth, squeezing out the never ending dribbles and yet drying his cock.
He looked down at his Binita, lying in a heap amongst clothes, the lower part of her blouse open and showing part of her breasts. Her eyes looked deep into his. They were soulmates. Her hand roamed over her the lower belly with the womb within and she palmed herself there, where he had deposited copious volumes of his seed. An indication of ownership.
She reached up inside his dhoti and squeeze-pinched the inside of his thigh. "Naughty man!" she pronounced and got up.
"Chalo, let me change," she said, signaling an end to the episode.
Thakur turned and checked the front of his dhoti and left. As Binita lifted her suitcase onto the low table, she froze. There at the window, was Maaji, Thakur's wife, her mother-in-law. Her hand was over her mouth and her bosom was heaving. When she was sure her husband had left the scene she entered the room and stood directly in front of Binita.
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I could visualize it. What's wrong in it if both of them are liking each other? I liked the way in which she laughed when session started!
mazza aa gaya bhai, bilkul sachh hai, hamare desh ke gaon mein yeh sab chalta hai, randipana!!
Palangtod story bhaiyya ..wah kya choda hain kutti ko buddhe ney ...ma kasam maja aa gaya bhenchod !
It is apparent you have a small fan club. Don't expect it to get bigger until you write better.
Received in my mailbox, which i would like to post here. "I dont know why but i just love ur stories...have searched n read each n every one of ur stories...specially liked the series of thakur n binita...absolutely loved the chemistry between the two of them...as a reader i wud say i prefer the chemistry between those two rather than the thakurain n tht yung guy...looking fwd 2 readin more of there encounters....do keep the series going..."
BHai saab, your stories are absolutely out of this world, specially the Thakur and Binita genere. I find them absolutely mind blowing and would like to heartily compliment you on your skills. Please keep up the good work. I have book marked your page and look forward to other stories from you.
I can see that you are inspired a lot by the daily soap operas. :)
Also, it was very evident that the mother-in-law would catch her in the act. However, I was half expecting the devar ready with the water balloon to find out first.
I wonder how would the public react if a show based on events such as these was aired with graphic details ;)
Once again, very well done. Although writers themselves are not usually sure what will happen next, somehow I do get a feeling that you have decided what will happen next.