“Fantasyland, Preet. Just like your crotch watching. Besides, after what we’ve been doing, it can’t be helped. Just a natural extension of thought.”
“I hate to admit it,” She giggled, “But you’re right. I did peek at Abdul and his two friends’ crotch too. It looked…. interesting.”
“Well, with seeing him today evening, I think you would be able to proceed further towards our goal.”
Gurpreet felt herself excited once again thinking about the prospect as she ran her hand through her short, thick black hair, then tweaked her husband’s droopy prick, again. “Com’on Jas, it would be nice if I could do that. But you know Abdul is too much shy….. OK, now let’s get up….. we’ve to go Ajmira’s house soon…. we need to be ready.”
Her husband immediately swung his legs off the bed and followed his naked wife, completely forgetting the mental note he had made about hiding the pendrive in which all of their past hot escapades were preserved.
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Being ready within half an hour Gurpreet walked out from her two storied beautiful bungalow type house and finally get into their luxury four wheeler in which her recently recruited Adibasi driver Birju Soren was waiting leisurely. The cool breeze felt so nice….. she didn’t feel for switching the AC.
However she was feeling unbelievably horny from all discussions and the lustful attention she was getting from her nineteen yrs old stud driver. She wondered how his cock was twitching and leaking pre-cum at the sight of her semi-exposed heavy tits, especially when she slightly pushed the ‘Anchal’ away from her chest to expose her milk-white tits for his better peeking….. mmm.
She fell into the backseat with her husband and immediately Birju looked at her with lust in his eyes as her tits were practically falling out of her sleeveless low-neckline blouse. She didn’t care, she wanted to get fucked again and there was nothing she loved more than acting like a cheap whore, and flashing her tits to any man that’s there.
“Where to go Memsaheb?” he grunted.
“Oh not far, just go straight and I’ll let you know from there”
She decided to flirt with her new driver, he’s young, strongly built, sweaty, ugly and smelled of body odour and was looking at her like he wanted to fuck her. ‘Mmmmm…. I would let him too, he’s turning me on actually’ She guessed…. she could feel her cunt throbbing and start creaming at the thought. The very fact that this lower-caste stud was disgusting…. was turning her on. She’d never experienced that before.
They were driving through the town’s heavily traffic road now. It was dark and late. He kept looking at his Memsaheb through the rear view mirror….. her tits were showing partly and she loved it that he was perving over her…. at her husband’s presence.
The sweaty Santhali stud had never the privilege of seeing such a gorgeous aristocratic woman in his life. Silky bob-cut hair, glossy lipstick coated red lips, slightly swollen exposed abdomen…. the thought of a mature, high-class, tight, sweet wet pussy wrapped around his low-class Adibasi cock made him extremely hard.