**Title: The Forbidden Heat**

I never thought it would come to this—me, 59-year-old Dharmendra, lusting after my own daughter-in-law, Sukanya. The way her tight salwar clung to her curvy hips, the way her full breasts bounced as she moved around the house. Every glance she sent my way, every teasing smile, drove me wild. And today, she finally broke me.

It started when my son left for work. Sukanya, my 23-year-old daughter-in-law, had been extra flirty lately, bending over right in front of me, her round ass barely hidden by her thin fabric. I couldn’t take it anymore. My cock was throbbing just watching her, and when she turned to me with that devilish smirk, I knew she wanted it just as much.

“Papa,” she purred, deliberately calling me that to make it even dirtier, “aap kab se mujhe ghoor rahe ho.” She teased, stepping closer, her fingers trailing down her own neck. My breath hitched as I grabbed her wrist, pulling her against me.

“Teri chut mein daalne ka mann kar raha hai,” I growled, my thick fingers digging into her hips. She gasped, but her eyes were dark with hunger.

“Toh kyun ruk rahe ho, Papa?” she whispered, grinding her pussy against my hard cock. That was it. I pushed her against the wall, my hands roughly yanking her salwar down, exposing her smooth thighs and glistening wet cunt. She was already dripping, her swollen clit begging for attention.

“Saali raand, itni geeli?” I spat, slapping her ass hard. She moaned, arching her back. I didn’t wait. I shoved two fingers inside her tight hole, feeling her walls clench around me. “Haan, Papa, aur daalo!” she cried, her hips bucking.

I pulled my fingers out, coated in her juices, and shoved them into her mouth. “Chus, apne paani ka swaad le,” I ordered, watching her suck them clean. Then I unbuckled my pants, my thick, veiny cock springing free, already leaking pre-cum.

“Isse bhi saaf kar,” I smirked. Sukanya dropped to her knees without hesitation, wrapping her plump lips around my shaft. Her tongue swirled around the tip before she took me deep, gagging slightly as I hit the back of her throat. “Achhi raand hai tu,” I grunted, grabbing her hair and fucking her mouth hard. Spit dripped down her chin as she took every inch, her eyes watering but never pulling away.

When I couldn’t take it anymore, I yanked her up, turning her around to bend over the couch. Her bare ass was red from my slap, her pussy glistening, begging to be filled. I spat on her hole before pressing my cock against her entrance. “Teri chut tight hai, beti?” I taunted, slapping my dick against her wet folds.

Then, with one brutal thrust, I buried myself inside her. She screamed, her walls stretching around my girth. “Ahhh! Papa, itna bada!” she whimpered, but her hips pushed back, hungry for more. I gripped her waist and started pounding into her, each thrust making her tits bounce wildly. The sound of skin slapping filled the room, mixed with her high-pitched moans.

“Teri chut mere liye hi bani hai, saali,” I growled, slamming into her harder. Her nails dug into the couch as she came, her pussy clenching around me like a vice. That pushed me over the edge. With a deep groan, I pulled out and sprayed my cum all over her back, stripes of white painting her brown skin.

Panting, Sukanya turned to look at me, her lips swollen, her body trembling. “Khatam nahi hua, Papa,” she whispered, licking her lips. “Aur chahiye mujhe.”

I smirked. This was just the beginning.