An Indian Exhibitionist Wife

“Now the boobs.”

Malti let the skirt fall and started to pull back the panty.

“No… no… let it like that,” he held the skirt up, “I want to see all of you.”

“Leave it,” she pulled the skirt out of his grip and looked alarmed.

“Ok… Ok… no problem… but I want to see you fully nude.”

She relaxed a bit when he stepped back and then she held the skirt with one hand and with other pulled the t-shirt up. He waited patiently as she slowly revealed her slim and beautiful body. She finally pulled her bra above her boobs and he got the first glimpse of her pointed boobs and the erect nipples. Malti felt very dirty in exposing to him completely.

He watched in amazement at the young beauty just two feet away and then he wanted more. He wanted to touch them, he wanted to squeeze them. With a single step he was onto her and placed a firm hand on her left boob and his other hand went around her waist pulling her tightly against him.

“No… no… leave me,” she panicked and tried to move back but there was no space.

“You are amazing,” he groaned while squeezing the tits, he didn’t seem to listen to her protests and moved his hands over her body mauling her tits and ass. Malti was terrified now and all her playfulness vanished, she never thought that if she is alone with him he will try to take advantage of her. She cursed herself for being so foolish and literally started to fight him away.

He was in frenzy and the protests hardly have any effect on him. He had her pinned between him and the toilet wall and the pointed soft orbs on her chest were repeatedly pumped and squeezed. He tried to kiss her on lips but as she violently shook her head he was only able to lick her cheeks.

“What!!!” suddenly he realized that she was crying and fighting with him for her dear life, “what are you doing,” he looked puzzled.

“Leave me… let me go,” she cried, tears flowing freely.

“Why!!! What is wrong!!!”

“Let me go… please… I don’t want this.”

“Ohh… common don’t show the attitude now, I know you want this,” he brushed aside her protests and once again tried to kiss her this time he managed to grab her lip in his mouth.

“Uggg… moo… uggg…’ she tried to speak but her voice was muffled. Malti was now shit scared and tried her best to avoid him hands but met with little success, his hands were now probing her cunt and spreading the lips.

“Don’t worry… don’t worry,” he spoke in a hoarse voice and unzipped his pant.

“No… no… mummy,” Malti started to howl as she realized that he was ready to fuck her, the cock rubbed between her legs.

“Shhhh… keep your voice down.”

“Mummy,” she howled louder.

“What are you doing… do you want to wake up the entire compartment,” he tried to calm her, “I will be real slow you have no need to worry.”

“No… no… leave me,” she continued to fight him.

“Bitch,” he tried to turn her around in order to take her from behind but he met with bitter fighting and shouting.

“What do you want,” he was now a bit alarmed himself and feared someone might hear her, “Shhh calm down I am not doing anything.”

Please wait…

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