My Steamy Story: Ek 45 sal ka mota admi sagir apny bhi ki...

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Okay, bestie, let me spill the tea on what went down last night. So there I was, Kosar, low-key feeling like a main character because my man Sagir, this 45-year-old king with some extra dad bod energy, was giving me all the attention. He starts whispering all this spicy stuff in my ear, like “I’m gonna fuck you all night” and “I’m gonna suck on your big, soft tits and drink your milk,” and I’m already so wet, no cap.

He just went for it, pounding into my pussy like he was trying to break me. I was screaming, “Ami, I’m dying!” but he didn’t stop, period. Then he came inside me, his dick twitching as he filled me up, and just collapsed on top of me, which was iconic AF. After a minute, my king gets up, still naked, and walks to the kitchen. He comes back with a bottle of sherd and pours it all over my body, licking and sucking it off my skin, and sheesh, the way his tongue circled my clit had me shaking.

Then, my phone rings. It’s my mom. Oof, big yikes. Sagir grabs it and just hands it to me while he’s still going down on me. I’m trying to sound normal, like “Haan ji, Ami, aaaa, ahhh, kuch nahi…” but I’m moaning into the phone, and I can’t even think straight. Sagir tells me to hang up, so I cut the call, and he immediately flips me over, spreads my legs wide, and starts fucking me hard again. The way his cock was hitting my spot had me seeing stars, and I was just screaming his name, totally lost in the vibe. It was a whole mood, and I was living for it.