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Unmarried Indian bhabhi gets caught having illicit sexI walked into the room, my eyes locked onto Moti Gand Bhabhi's curvaceous figure. She was a stunning woman, with a fiery passion that drew me in like a moth to flame. I couldn't help but notice her gand, those luscious curves that seemed to beg for my attention. As we began to chat, I found myself getting more and more turned on by her flirtatious banter. She was a master of the art of seduction, and I was helpless against her charms. Before long, I was jerking off in my pants, trying to stifle the growing bulge that threatened to give away my arousal. But Moti Gand Bhabhi wasn't having it. She sauntered over to me, her ass swaying tantalizingly as she went. "You're a naughty boy," she purred, her voice dripping with sexuality. "I think I'll have to teach you a lesson." And with that, she dropped to her knees and began to wank my cock with her deft fingers. I felt myself getting closer and closer to orgasm, but just as I was about to blow my load, she stopped and looked up at me with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Not so fast," she said, her voice husky with desire. "I have other plans for you." And with that, she leaned forward and began to give me a blowjob that left me gasping for air. As I lay there, my cock throbbing with pleasure, Moti Gand Bhabhi reached up and started to play with my gand, her fingers dancing across the sensitive skin. I felt myself getting hotter and hotter, until finally I couldn't take it anymore and I came all over her face. But even as I was still reeling from the intensity of our encounter, Moti Gand Bhabhi was already planning her next move. She leaned forward, her eyes locked onto mine with a fierce determination. "You're going to have to do better than that," she said, her voice dripping with menace. "I'm not done with you yet." And with that, she reached up and started to play with my cock once more, her fingers moving in slow, deliberate circles as she began to build me back up for another round. I knew then that I was in for a long night of anal pleasure, and I couldn't wait to see what other tricks Moti Gand Bhabhi had up her sleeve. As the night wore on, we continued to indulge in all manner of filthy behavior, our bodies entwined as we sought out new and creative ways to satisfy each other's desires. And through it all, Moti Gand Bhabhi remained the driving force behind our passion, her fiery spirit and insatiable appetite for pleasure drawing me deeper and deeper into a world of unbridled lust. In the end, I was left spent but satisfied, my cock still throbbing with pleasure as I lay there in the aftermath of our encounter. And even as I drifted off to sleep, I knew that I would never be able to look at Moti Gand Bhabhi - or her gand - in the same way again.