They were still in the blanket because it was very cold that morning. I was shaking standing outside the door and there they were heating up each other. I could figure out that my sister’s hand went towards Kartar Singh’s dick as the blanket moved.
“You are so wet yourself!” Kartar Singh replied after checking her cunt.
“What?” My sister asked him seductively.
He turned her around and spooned her from behind. He squeezed her boobs and kissed her neck. Then he kicked the blanket off of them and I finally saw them naked.
Kartar Singh started fingering her slowly and she let out a soft moan. My sister lifted her leg to give him easy access. Then she took her hand behind to stroke his dick.
“You’re so hard baby!”
“For you, baby, for you!” Kartar Singh replied while he was lost in the proudest moment of his life. Seeing my sister in daylight, with her bangles, mehandi, manglasutra, and her sumptuous naked body, it must have felt like heaven. He knew this girl, who was younger than his daughter, loved him. He knew that a former truck driver, an illiterate villager, had managed to seduce and fuck a high-class young woman. And she didn’t just want to fuck him, she wanted to be his wife.
He was in a dream and she was his angel.
“Uffff, aaah!” Kartar Singh placed his rock hard penis at her pussy’s entrance driving my sister crazy.
“Let’s fuck once before Vikas wakes up!”
“Yes jaan!” My sister quickly replied as she pushed her ass behind to take Kartar Singh’s penis in.
“Ohh yesss!” She moaned.
“Oh fuck oh fuck! Slowwww!”
Kartar Singh pulled her head back to embrace her in a kiss as he fucked her slowly.
“Wait wait wait! You didn’t wear a condom!”
“I won’t cum inside you, I promise!”
“But…uff my baby, fuck me.” It was shocking. In just one night, my sister allowed Kartar Singh to fuck her raw. “Keep going, ahh.”
Then, suddenly, Kartar Singh stopped.
“What happened baby? Don’t stop, please!”
“I want you to beg for it.”
“Fuck me please, Kartar Singh!”
“Say you want this old man’s dick inside you!”
“I want this old man’s dick to fuck my pussy. I love this old man.”
Kartar Singh entered her again making her squeal.
“You are my husband Kartar ji. I want you to fuck me all day, every day!”
This made Kartar Singh get up and he started fucking my sister in a missionary position. She folded her legs across him and kissed him hard.
“I want you to make me your bitch and fuck me.” I was surprised at how much innocence my sister had lost in a night.
Kartar Singh then turned her around. She tried to get on all fours in a doggy position but he pushed her down. He made her stretch her body all across the bed, like a spider. Then he lifted her hips a little and entered her.
“Oh god! You are so good. So fucking good my love!”
He locked her hands in his own and fucked her wildly. She was literally screaming and screeching as he ravaged her tight pussy. From a different angle I could see her clenching her fists on the bedsheets, pulling it hard as she felt immense pleasure and pain.
“Babyyyyy. Kartar jiiii!” She orgasmed so hard that the walls trembled, literally.