Hot Indian bhabhi fucks to prove she is not a lesbian
This story is based on an episode from Savita Bhabhi comics which you can read here. Pallavi woke up in her new house. She was surrounded by unpacked boxes and cartons. She turned around to see her husband Raghav sleeping like a baby under the duvet. She had a mischievous smile on her face. She could recall the erotic impulsive things they used to do. “So he’ll get the sweetest surprise when he finally opens his eyes,” Pallavi said, giggling as she removed the duvet. She slid the nightgown over her shoulder and exposed her breasts. The nipples were pink and getting hard. She was feeling aroused already. Smiling enthusiastically, Pallavi, on her knees, pulled loose the knot of the drawstrings at the waist of Raghav’s pajama bottoms. He was still sleeping. “Hehe… no tickle, Riya…can’t take it…” Raghav moaned in his sleep. “I’ll make Raghav forget all about this Riya person.” Pallavi thought as she peeled his pajama to his knees and kissed his soft limp cock. Raghav used to say her mouth was like a pussy that could talk. Pallavi slowly took his dick head in her mouth. The wetness of her mouth was enough to get him hard. She stared at his half-erect cock.Taking a break, she took out her panty. She was dripping wet between her legs already. Pallavi went back to sucking him. Gently squeezing his balls, she made him stiff as a board. She could feel his cock stiffen in her mouth as she rolled her tongue over his penis. His veins were throbbing and indicating the load that was building up inside him. Raghav moaned as Pallavi sucked his juices from his cock. He shot his load right into her face. Her lips and cheeks glistened with his warm white liquid. He moaned again as she sucked him dry. Raghav woke up as Pallavi smacked her lips. Pallavi expected a return gift for the amazing blowjob she just gave him. But he pushed her off and rushed to the bathroom. Raghav doesn’t seem to be interested anymore. Pallavi was disappointed it’s been a long time since he had touched her. He might have lost interest in her. Pallavi and Raghav had just shifted to their new house. This was their first day there. Even though worried about her husband, Pallavi moved to the kitchen to make him something he loves the most. The doorbell rang a couple of hours later which made Pallavi run to the door. “Hi. I’m Savita Patel, and I live a few doors down. The postman accidentally delivered some of your mail to our house,” said Savita standing at the doorstep. Pallavi was Savita’s new neighbor. She tanked Savita and introduced herself. Savita could smell the amazing dish Pallavi was cooking and wanted to know what it was. Being into the restaurant business, food always got Savita’s attention. The ladies quickly bonded over the secrets of their recipes and dishes. They seem to have a connection. Pallavi couldn’t stop but praise Savita for her amazing structure. Despite being a working lady, she had maintained her body well to make men drool. Pallavi lifted her saree skirt and stuck out one ass cheeks in her panties, slapping that cheek. She made a joke about her average figure, making Savita giggle. Savita followed the same to make Pallavi feel better about her body. Pallavi dropped her saree skirt and pulled down her top, including her bra, to give Savita a full view of her melons. She wanted a fair comment from Savita about how sexy she was. “Do you really think my boobs look OK?” Pallavi asked, staring at her breasts. “They’re big, AND they’re firm. What’s not to like?! I bet our chests would turn a LOT of heads if we walked down the street together!” Savita said, trying to make her feel better. Savita wanted to please Pallavi. Quickly she stripped herself of her saree and stood in front of her just in her bra and panties. “Let’s get those beautiful breasts out there,” Savita said, helping Pallavi take out her saree. Savita moved her hand towards her bra, gently unstrapping it. She exposed Pallavi’s melons. Noticing that Pallavi was uncomfortable, Savita too removed her bra to make her happy. But Pallavi wanted to be happy and proud of her body. She wanted to know how Savita’s vagina looked. Requesting her to take off her panties, Pallavi peeled her panty. Savita happily obliged. “Each pussy is beautiful in its own way.” Pointing at her own pussy and then at Pallavi’s. Savita noticed that Pallavi’s sweet pink pussy was glistening The two women admiring each other’s body hadn’t noticed Raghav staring at them through the window. He barged into the room, pushing open the door. “I knew something was wrong with you, Pallavi, but I couldn’t figure out what. You’re a damn lesbian!” He screamed. Raghav was furious at the women. He wanted to divorce Pallavi, thinking that she was a lesbian. He even threatened that he would tell her very conservative family that she was a lesbian. Savita wanted to help Pallavi. She was weeping already. Raghav gave Savita a choice, prove that Savita wasn’t a lesbian or agree that Pallavi was her girlfriend. When it came to handling a cock, there was no one better at it than Savita. Savita let Raghav touch her bare skin. Holding her neck, she kissed his lips. Raghav was a strong rude man. She sucked his lips and sucked his tongue, giving him a boner. Pallavi could not comprehend what was happening. The lady she just befriended was eating her husband’s face. Pallavi was on the edge of the seat watching her husband suck Savita’s tits. Savita’s gentle moans echoed in the room. Pallavi felt her insides moisten. “I bet her snatch tastes much better than yours.” Raghav groaned as he kneeled in front of Savita and licked her wet clit. He pushed her to the bed and spread her legs so wide that he could see her pussy lips separating to invite him inside. He sucked her clit and licked it like a pro. Savita was actually moaning with the effect of his tongue.