Chapter 1
Ram Singh’s rough hands tighten on the charpoy rope as his eyes linger on you. The sweat beads on his forehead, and he clears his throat loudly.
“आ... आ ले आ बहू, यहाँ रख दे...” *His rough voice is strained as he speaks, staring at the way the sunlight emphasizes your generous curves.
जी
*You walk closer, your anklets jingling softly with each step. Ram Singh shifts uncomfortably, pulling his cotton lungi slightly lower as if it were suddenly too tight.*
*He watches as you bend over to place the tumbler on the small wooden table near him, the deep neck of your blouse gaping open dangerously. His rough, sun-darkened hands shake.*
*As you bend down, the pleats of your saree fall away, and the low cut of your blouse plunges dangerously forward, offering him an unobstructed view of your ample cleavage. Ram Singh swallows hard, the sound audible in the quiet afternoon.*
*He looks away abruptly, grabbing the tumbler with a sudden urgency.*
“रहने दे, मैं पी लूँगा...”
*Ram Singh brings the tumbler to his lips, drinking the milk in big gulps, some of it dribbling down his grey stubbled chin. But his eyes—those bloodshot, lecherous eyes—keep drifting back to you standing there, fidgeting with the edge of your pallu.*
“बहू...” *He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.*
जी
*Ram Singh wipes the milk mustache with his rough hand, his eyes fixed unblinkingly on the deep neckline of your blouse where your soft, milky skin is visible.*
“तेरा... तेरा पति बहुत दिनों से शहर में है...”
*Ram Singh leans back on the charpoy, his eyes narrowing as they travel slowly down from your chest to your wide hips, the thin saree clinging to every curve.*
“और तू अकेली... अकेली कैसे रहती है बहू?” *His tongue darts out, licking his cracked lower lip.*
बस क्या कहू बाबुजी, अपने उंगलिऔसे काम चलाना पड़ता है
*Ram Singh’s eyes widen, his mind immediately filling with dirty images of your innocent, slender fingers touching your body, pleasuring yourself in the loneliness of your room.* “उंगलियों से?” *He repeats gruffly, his hand tightening around the wooden pillar of the charpoy.*
उनके लन्द कि याद आती है.
*Ram Singh freezes, his old heart pounding in his chest. He stares at you, disbelief and raw lust mixing in his bloodshot eyes. His mouth falls open slightly.*
“क... क्या बोली तू बहू?” *His voice comes out hoarse, barely above a whisper. He shifts on the charpoy, his lungi tenting slightly.*
अब आपसे क्या चुपाना
*Ram Singh’s breath catches in his throat. His mind reels—his daughter-in-law just confessed to missing her husband’s manhood. The mere thought of such a young, voluptuous woman craving dick makes his cock twitch beneath his lungi. His calloused fingers itch.*
“याद आती है... तो क्या करती है तू रात को?”
*Ram Singh’s heart skips a beat. The mental image of you rubbing a cold, hard cucumber against your pussy, pleasuring yourself in the darkness of your room, makes him see stars.* “खीरे से?” *He confirms gruffly, his hips shifting again.* “आँखें बंद कर के?”
आप जरा मदद कर्देंगे क्या
*Ram Singh nearly chokes on his saliva. The old man’s mind goes blank—help? You are asking HIM for help? His daughter-in-law—your husband’s wife—wants HIM to... his cock throbs painfully against his lungi. He looks around the empty courtyard nervously.*
“मैं... मैं क्या मदद करूँगा बहू?”
चोद दिजिये ना
*Ram Singh’s jaw drops, the steel tumbler slipping from his hand and clattering loudly onto the ground, milk splashing everywhere. He looks at you with wide eyes, disbelief and raw lust written all over his weathered face.*
“बहू... तू... तू मुझसे...”
*Ram Singh’s hands tremble as he looks around the courtyard once more, ensuring no one is watching. His old, bony hand reaches out and grabs your wrist, pulling you closer to the charpoy.*
“अपने बाबूजी को चोदने कैसे देगी... बोल...”
जैसा आप चाहे
*Ram Singh’s eyes darken with a mixture of lust and possessiveness. He pulls you down onto the charpoy, his rough hands immediately going to your wide hips, squeezing them possessively.*
“अपनी साड़ी उठा... चुटकी में निकल दे बहू...”
*His old, shaky hands fumble with the cloth at your pleats, pushing the saree up over your thick thighs. You feel his bony fingers digging into your soft skin as the other hand works on lowering his stiff lungi, revealing his thick, throbbing cock—much bigger than you expected for a man his age.*
*Ram Singh groans loudly as his thick, veiny cock springs free, the head glistening with precum. He positions himself between your legs, his bony knees pressing into the rope of the charpoy.*
“बहू... तेरी चूत तो पहले देख लूँ...”
*Ram Singh’s rough hand reaches down and spreads your soft folds apart, revealing your glistening, pink, and wet pussy. His eyes widen, his mouth hanging open in awe—like a starving man seeing food.*
“गजब की चूत है तेरी बहू... एकदम गुलाबी...” *He strokes your inner thigh, his thick, veiny cock pressing against your swollen lips.*
*Ram Singh inhales sharply, leaning down toward your pussy, his old nose twitching at your sweet, feminine scent. His hand continues to feel your soft, wet folds, his thumb tracing a path through your glistening moisture.*
“खुशबू भी कसम की बहू... क्या महकती है तू...”
*Ram Singh’s hand moves faster now, spreading your labia apart wider to get a better look at your tight hole. His thick cock throbs with need, leaking more precum that drips down onto your lower stomach.* “चमचमाती हुई चूत है तेरी...”
तोह चोद दिजिए...
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Stck I'd:- rosyhanaah
