Upon hearing this, she became shy like a newly-wed. This look was different from the horny ones I had seen in recent weeks. She bowed her head and put her face in her hands.
Lust got the better of Kartar Singh as his slow, seductive kisses turned into passionate moves. He pulled down her blouse angrily and turned her head to kiss her. Her breasts were exposed to the mirror and she tried to hide them. Her naivety and shyness seemed to turn Kartar Singh on even more.
“You are my wife now. I will fuck you so hard now. Ahh!” He removed her hands and turned her around. He started feeding on her nipples and took his hand down her lehenga. His strong, heavy hand grabbed her pussy and he rubbed it hard.
“Tonight I am all yours. Fuck me like you fuck your wife!” Saying that she got into the mood. She removed Kartar Singh’s kurta and pyajama.
She kissed him lovingly while stroking his dick. The sound of her bangles, her white hands tattooed with henna, and her sighs made the sight truly appalling for me yet turned me on beyond measure. I almost came and had to take my hand away from my dick to stop.
The bear-like old man groaned like an animal and pushed my sister against the wall. He kissed her shoulders, her back and then turned her around to kiss her stomach. Then he sucked on her breasts for a good 5-10 minutes, giving each equal attention.
They then made out again for a few minutes, licking each other’s tongues, biting lips, moaning, hugging each other tightly. They truly looked like husband and wife, like a couple madly in love. Until Kartar Singh got back to his wild ways and grabbed her by the hair. He pulled her down towards his dick which was erect and throbbing.
“Suck it bitch.” My sister was shocked but she was so turned on at the sight of that erect dick that she hungrily put it in her mouth.
She had become a pro by now as sucked taking the dick deep in her throat and fondling with his balls. Kartar Singh grabbed her hair with both hands and made them into a pony and pushed his hips rapidly. This wasn’t a blowjob anymore but Kartar Singh fucking my sister’s mouth.
He suddenly pulled his dick out of her mouth and threw her on the bed. The fat old man got on top of my sexy sister and kissed her. He again kissed her navel making her sigh loudly before untying her lehenga. My sister was totally naked now. Her bridal dress lay down scattered on the floor as Kartar Singh made her moan by biting her thighs.
“Ahhhhhhh!” This was the loudest moan of the night as Kartar Singh started licking my sister’s pussy. He inserted a finger inside her and licked her clit.
“Kartar jiiii, keep going. Oh god!”
It was a surreal sight. The fat, hairy old man, licking my sister’s pussy as his beard tickled her thighs. Her hands pulling his head deeper into her as her bangles clinked. Like every girl, my sister must’ve also dreamed of a prince charming. She rejected so many handsome and well educated men only to spend her first night being deflowered by an illiterate old man. Her henna-tattooed hands were wrapped around Kartar Singh’s head, a wife begging her husband to make love to her.