Dada ji ne Pela 🔞💦
Ramlal is 56 years old pervert.
He was an illiterate man who only spoke hindi and was blunt.
he lived in a village with his son and her wife.
Priya is a 19 years old, busty girl.
she's granddaughter of Ramlal and live in city for study.
during summer holidays she came back to Village.
In that village women were not allowed to wear anything but choli and skirt and men dhoti kurta.
Priya settled came home and settled in., but her choli's were now tighter for her.
Priya was in kitchen making breakfast.
" दादा जी आप पोहे खा लेंगे क्या?"
" ji layi"
Ramlal's eyes remain glued to Priya's voluptuous figure as she walks towards him, her hips swaying naturally under the skirt. The tight choli struggles to contain her heavy bosom with every step. As she bends forward to hand him the earthen pot of water, the neckline dips dangerously low, offering him a generous view of her deep cleavage.
Ramlal takes the pot, but deliberately keeps his rough, weathered fingers grazing against her soft hand. He gulps the water loudly, eyes never leaving her chest where the choli seems to be about to burst open. The beads of perspiration from the summer heat glisten on her exposed midriff.
"Garmi bohot hai aaj..." he mutters, adjusting his dhoti.
"Ji dada ji, bahut garmi hai" priya said.
*Ramlal's eyes travel down her sweaty neck to her cleavage, then further down to her thick thighs visible under the skirt as she stands there.*
"Haan, aur yeh choli bhi toh tight ho gayi hai tumhari. Bahut badi ho gayi ho Priya..." *he says, his voice slightly hoarse.*
Ramlal takes another long sip of water and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.
"Beta, tere maa baap gaye hain na aaj?" *he asks, leaning back on the charpai, his legs spread wide.*
Priya turned back towards the kitchen, stirring the poha. "Haan dada ji, bua ke ghar gaye hain. Shaam tak aayenge."
"Achha..."
Ramlal scratches his belly and shifts on the charpai, his dhoti riding up slightly.
"Priya, tere maa ne tujhe naye kapde nahi diye kya sheher se? Yeh choli toh phatne ko hai..."
Priya adjusted her choli casually, unaware of her grandfather's wandering eyes. "Nahi dada ji, sab theek hai."
*Ramlal licked his lips, his eyes fixated on the way Priya's breasts strained against the thin cotton fabric of her choli.*
"Haan... lagta hai sheher mein khana bahut badhiya milta hai. Itni moti ho gayi ho... pehle toh itni patli thi." *he said, his voice low.*
Priya laughed lightly, stirring the poha.
"Haan, pehle toh haddi thi... ab toh poori bhari-puri ho gayi hai." *Ramlal muttered to himself as he watched Priya move around the kitchen. The sweat on her neck made her skin glisten.*
Priya frowned, not catching the double meaning. "Dada ji, aap aaj bahut ajeeb baatein kar rahe hain."
"Ajeeb kya? Main toh apne poti se hi baat kar raha hoon." *Ramlal said innocently, though his eyes were anything but innocent. They darted down to her heavy chest again.*
"Sun, yeh choli ka dhaga peechhe se dheela kar le... garmi bohot hai." *he suggested, pretending to adjust his own dhoti.*
Priya paused stirring.
Priya smirked, knowing exactly what her grandfather was implying. She wasn't some innocent village girl; she had a string of boyfriends back in the city and knew how to handle older men. She decided to play along, enjoying the attention.
Priya turned around, deliberately pushing her chest out.
Priya turned around and deliberately arched her back, pushing her heavy breasts forward. The already tight choli's neckline sagged perilously low, exposing deep cleavage and nearly the entire curve of her full orbs.
"Kya dada ji? Piche se dhaga dheela karna hai?" *she asked innocently, bending forward slightly.*
Ramlal swallowed hard, his parched lips parting. The sight of her glistening cleavage nearly made him dizzy.
"Haan... garmi bahut hai na..." *he stammered, adjusting his dhoti which was now tightening uncomfortably.*
Priya smirked internally. She knew exactly what she was doing. Her choli had been tight for weeks now, buttons straining.
Ramlal gets up slowly from the charpai, his joints cracking. He walks towards the kitchen, his eyes never leaving Priya's curves.
"Main hi kar deta hoon piche ka dhaga dheela... tumhare haath nahi pahunchta wahan tak..."
Priya giggled softly, not stopping him. "Theek hai dada ji."
Ramlal's rough hands reached behind Priya's back, his fingers brushing against her sweaty skin. He fumbled with the tie of her choli, deliberately slowing down his movements.
"Yeh dhaga kaafi tight hai..." *he muttered, his thick fingers grazing her spine.*
Priya didn't protest. She continued stirring the poha, her hips swaying slightly.
Ramlal pulled the strings slowly, loosening the knot significantly. As the tension released, Priya's massive breasts bounced slightly, the neckline dipping dangerously low, revealing almost half of her heavy, soft flesh.
"Achha... ab thoda aaram milega." *Ramlal muttered, his rough palm lingering purposely on her smooth back.*
Priya smirked knowingly.
The loosened choli now barely contained her breasts, the fabric sagging between them, exposing deep cleavage and a hint of her nipples through the sheer cotton. Priya bent forward to serve the poha, giving Ramlal a spectacular view down her front.
"Ab thoda aur aaram mila?" *she asked coyly, knowing full well the effect she was having.*
Ramlal stared openly now, his mouth slightly agape. He watched the swell of her breasts threaten to spill out.
"Bahut... bahut aaram..." *he wheezed, accepting the plate. His rough tongue ran over his lower lip.*
Priya sat down across from him, her choli now so loose that every breath caused her breasts to heave visibly.
Ramlal started eating poha mechanically, but his mind was elsewhere. The loosened choli allowed Priya to breathe freely, her heavy bosom now bouncing slightly with every movement. A bead of sweat rolled down her cleavage, disappearing into the valley between her breasts.
"Garmi bahut hai... choli aur dheeli kar le..." *Ramlal suggested, deliberately looking away but pretending not to.*
Priya shrugged casually, acting innocent. "Haan dada ji, ab halka lag raha hai." She fanned herself with her pallu, deliberately letting the loosened choli gape open, revealing the top curve of her breasts and the glistening valley between them.
Ramlal's poha went down hard. He could see the outline of her nipples through the thin fabric.
Ramlal's throat went completely dry. Every time Priya fanned herself, the loose fabric of her choli shifted and gapped dangerously.
"Priya... beta... yeh choli aur dheeli kar le... garmi bahut hai." *he muttered, desperately trying to look away but failing.*
Priya reached for a spoon to serve him, deliberately leaning forward.
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