Girlfriend ko ghar mein chudai ki zaroorat nahi thiAs I lay on the bed, I couldn't help but stare at her curves. She was a stunning beauty, with a body that seemed to have been sculpted by the gods themselves. And yet, she was also a mystery, a woman who had secrets and desires that only she knew. "Mummy ko chudwate dekha" - the phrase echoed in my mind as I gazed at her, my cock twitching with anticipation. I couldn't help but wonder what lay beneath those curves, what kind of pleasure she was capable of giving. She caught me staring, and a sly smile spread across her face. "You like what you see?" she purred, her voice husky and seductive. I jerked my head in a nod, unable to speak. She laughed, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down my spine. As we began to undress, I couldn't help but notice the way her ass seemed to be begging for attention. And yet, it was her cock that truly fascinated me - long and thick, it seemed to have a life of its own. "Mummy ko chudwate dekha" - the phrase repeated itself in my mind as we began to wank each other off, our hands moving in tandem like two dancers performing a dirty ballet. It was then that I realized just how much she loved giving blowjobs - her head bobbing up and down with an intensity that bordered on obsession. As we reached the climax of our little show, I couldn't help but think about the phrase again. "Chudwate" seemed to be echoing in my mind, a reminder of the pleasure that lay ahead. And yet, it was the word "dekha" that truly caught my attention - what would she do if I asked her to show me more? I didn't have to ask, though. As we collapsed onto the bed, spent and exhausted, I knew that I had only scratched the surface of her desires. And as I drifted off to sleep, I couldn't help but wonder what other secrets lay hidden beneath those curves. The phrase repeated itself one last time in my mind - "mummy ko chudwate dekha" - a reminder of the pleasure and pain that lay ahead.