Marathi teen girl enjoys hot pussy and ass sexI walked into the dimly lit bar, the smell of cheap whiskey and stale cigarettes hitting me like a punch to the gut. I was looking for someone, anyone, who could help me forget about the miserable day I'd just had. That's when I saw her - a stunning Marathi beauty with curves that would make even the most seasoned pervert weak in the knees. Her name was Kavita, and she was regaling a group of rowdy patrons with some raunchy tale, her voice husky and seductive. "...and then, he jerked off right in front of me," she said, winking at the crowd. "I mean, I wasn't complaining or anything." The guys around her were all but drooling, their eyes fixed on her ass as if it was a magnet drawing them in. I, however, was more interested in the Marathi jhavajhavi goshti she was spinning - the kind of dirty talk that made me want to wank off right there and then. As I sidled up to the bar next to Kavita, she caught my eye and gave me a sly smile. "Hey, handsome," she purred. "What's your pleasure?" I took a deep breath and launched into some half-baked story about how I loved Marathi jhavajhavi goshti - the kind of spicy gossip that only came from the streets of Mumbai. Kavita raised an eyebrow. "Oh, really? Well, I just so happen to have some stories like that," she said, her voice dripping with innuendo. "Why don't you come back to my place and we can swap tales?" I didn't need any more encouragement than that. We spent the rest of the night swapping blowjobs and cock jokes, our laughter and moans mingling with the sounds of the city outside. As I was leaving her apartment the next morning, Kavita leaned in and whispered something in my ear - something about how she loved to get anal and how it made her feel like a jhavajhavi. I didn't need any more convincing than that. We spent the rest of the day getting down and dirty, our bodies entwined as we explored every nook and cranny of each other's bodies. As I was leaving, Kavita handed me a parting gift - a Marathi jhavajhavi goshti about some guy who got caught wanking off in public. I just chuckled to myself, knowing that I'd be back for more of her brand of dirty talk and even dirtier deeds. After all, when it comes to Marathi jhavajhavi goshti, you can never get enough.