My Steamy Story: Kanan a traditional Indian girl, aged 45...

My Story Time:

Okay, bestie, spill the tea. So there I was, Kanan, a 45-year-old Indian wife in my full Dandiya night glam – ghagra, choli, the whole nine yards. My biggest client, Mr. Mehta, this 60-year-old man, called me to his boujee house. The vibe was super sus, but my business was on the line, so I went, low-key freaking out. The moment I stepped in, he was like, "Take it off." My stomach dropped, but I had to keep him happy, no cap. So I stripped out of my ghagra and choli, standing there in just a red bra and these floral panties that were suddenly feeling way too thin.

Then he tells me to walk across the room. I felt his eyes all over my body, my pussy already getting wet from the sheer tension, which was a whole mood I did NOT ask for. He then pointed up the stairs to his private room. My heart was pounding as I climbed each step, feeling so exposed. Once we were in his room, he just looked at me and said, "Everything. Off." And I did it. I let my bra and panties fall to the floor, standing completely naked in front of him, my nipples hard, my cunt bare and vulnerable.

He didn't waste time. He pushed me onto the bed and got straight to it, making me get on all fours. "Arch your back," he grunted, and then his dick was inside me from behind, no warning. I gasped, my own moans echoing in the room as he fucked me hard, my tits swaying with each thrust. Then he flipped me onto my back, pulled my legs over his shoulders, and went even deeper. "You like that, don't you?" he sneered, and I could only nod, my clit throbbing as humiliation and pleasure mixed into one intense wave. I came so hard my vision blurred, my whole body shaking. Sheesh, the things we do for business, period.