As I lay next to my sleeping Bhabi, I couldn't help but be mesmerized by her beautiful, wet breasts. The way they glistened in the moonlight was enough to drive me wild. I couldn't resist the urge to touch them, to feel their softness in my hands. As I caressed her, she began to stir, her body responding to my touch. I couldn't believe my luck when she reached for me, her hand wrapping around my throbbing member. With each stroke, I could feel myself getting closer to the edge. And just as I was about to explode, she let out a moan and I felt her female ejaculation drench my hand. It was a moment of pure ecstasy. And as we lay there, panting and satisfied, I couldn't help but think about how lucky I was to have such a sexy and adventurous Bhabi. Our passion was like a game of gali
disawar satta, always keeping us on our toes and constantly exploring new heights of pleasure. And just like a bhojpuri birha, our love was intense and passionate, leaving us both craving for more.
