u/Quirky-Ingenuity8664

Anyone......

Hey everyone,

Going through a rough phase lately and could really use some company. If you’re free today and down for chai or coffee, I’d love to meet up. No agenda, just want to connect with people and get out of my head for a bit. If you’ve got no plans and want to hang, hit my DM. Would really appreciate the company. preference to my vadodara sanskari naari's Scored some dhaniya too 🍀👌 iykyk female smokers invited.....

Need ppl having decent place to enjoy green salad tomorrow. Unfortunately my home is full of guests and am on a long term break since few months so need space and shares the dhaniya..... iykyk🍀👌

God give me strength to just survive...... m not asking for more..... please

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Koi hai iss garmi mein acha green salad wala..... lol iykiyk....

Any1 wanna talk, WhatsApp 92653 20483 ping me

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This is real incident which happened 7 years back.

I still get hard just thinking about that night, It was my brother’s wedding in another city, the whole family packed into that overnight bus like sardines. Everyone was tired from dancing and eating, lights were off, only the faint glow from the highway lights coming through the windows. My girlfriend—yeah, the hot neighbor girl I’ve been secretly banging for months—was sitting right next to me. She wore this tight red salwar suit that was struggling to hold her massive 40DD-size boobs, the kind that bounce even when she walks slow. I know that it will take almost 3 hrs ro reach home,its very difficult to manage to sit next to her. After going 20 25 km thr driver of the bus make all the lights off, then the real act started.

At first I just rested my hand on her thigh, She didn’t move it away his silence is a go ahead signal for me . That was my green signal. Slowly I slid my palm up under her kameez, feeling the soft, warm skin of her belly, then higher till my fingers brushed the underside of those heavy tits. Fuck, they were so full and soft, spilling over my hand like warm dough. I cupped one completely over the bra, squeezing gently at first, then harder. She let out this tiny gasp but bit her lip so no one would hear. Her nipples were already hard, poking through the bra like little bullets begging to be played with. For almost 1 hour i played with both of her boobs.

I leaned in close, pretending to whisper something about the wedding, but really I was just getting my mouth near her ear. While my left hand kept kneading her right boob, I tried to pull her one side bra to feel her mammoth boob with bare hands ,she help to make her boob out and one of her boob gone braless under that kameez. Her nipple was thick and erect, and the moment I pinched it between my fingers she arched her back a little, pressing her tit harder into my palm. I rolled it, tugged it, then brought my fingers to my mouth, sucked them wet with saliva, and went back to rub slow, slippery circles around that hard bud. She was breathing fast now, trying to keep quiet, but I could feel her thighs squeezing together.
I didn’t stop there. My left hand slid down from her tit, under the knot of her salwar and straight between her legs.

She was already soaked—her panty was drenched, sticking to her pussy lips. I pushed the fabric aside and ran my middle finger along her slit, feeling how swollen and slippery she was. One finger went in easy, then two. She clenched around me instantly, hot and tight. I started pumping slowly at first, curling my fingers to hit that spongy spot inside her that makes her legs shake. Every time the bus hit a bump, my fingers went deeper, harder. She grabbed my wrist under the salwar, not to stop me, but to hold on like she was scared she’d moan out loud.
For the whole two-hour ride I finger-fucked her like that. Slow, deep strokes, then fast little thrusts, thumb circling her clit while my other hand kept massaging her boobs, switching from one to the other, pinching and rolling her nipples till they were red and puffy. Her juices were dripping down my hand, soaking the seat. At one point she turned her face into my neck and bit my shoulder to muffle a whimper when I hit her G-spot just right—she came hard, her pussy pulsing around my fingers, thighs trembling, but she stayed dead silent except for that shaky breath against my skin.

When the bus lights finally came on near the city, I pulled my hand out slow, licked her taste off my fingers right in front of her while she stared at me with those hazy, fucked-out eyes. Her bra was messed up, nipples still hard and visible through the fabric, all clothes crumpled between her legs. She looked like a proper slut who’d just been used in a bus full of my family and didn’t care.
I still jerk off thinking about how close we were to getting caught, how her huge tits felt in my hands, how wet and greedy her cunt was for my fingers. Best ride of my life, hands down.