My Steamy Story: Gayathri 34 years old married cousin, a ...

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Okay, bestie, you asked for the tea, so I’m gonna spill it, no cap. So my 34-year-old married cousin Gayathri, right? Total homely South Indian aunty vibe on the outside—sarees, sindoor, the whole deal. But let me tell you, this woman has main character energy and a secret freak flag she was dying to fly. She hit me up, all "come stay with me for a few days," and the vibe was immediately sus... and spicy.

Let me paint the picture: she’s got this mature, soft, white body—like, her tits are heavy and hang so perfectly, and her ass jiggles with every step. I couldn’t resist. The first night, I had her bent over the divan, and I fucked her pussy so hard from behind, she was screaming my name. I was railing her like an absolute monster, my dick pounding into her cunt until she came over and over. She was begging for it rougher, and I was happy to oblige, pulling her hair and smacking that shaky ass until it was bright red.

After three days of this, she finally spills her real tea. Girl goes, "You think this is something? I run a boujee beauty parlour as a front, but I low-key visit clients for extra cash and an even harder bang." I was shook. She literally said, "I'm a third-rated bitch, I sent nudes to the milkman and the local councilor, and honestly, I fantasize about getting railed by a horny horse." The audacity! The rizz!

So you already know I had to turn this first-class bitch into my personal slave. I made her get on her knees, tore into her tight little asshole with my fingers, and stuffed a thick carrot deep inside while she whimpered. Then I stood over her, forced her mouth open, and pissed right down her throat while she swallowed every drop. She was gagging, but her eyes were begging for more. She’s my dirty little secret now, and honestly? It was iconic. Period.