As I stepped into the bathroom, I couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement. Bhabhi, my brother's wife, was already there, her long
black hair cascading down her back. She smiled at me, her eyes sparkling with mischief. I knew what she wanted, and I was more than willing to give it to her. We had been secretly meeting in the bathroom for weeks now, indulging in our forbidden desires. As a Muslim girl, Bhabhi was expected to be modest and reserved, but behind closed doors, she was a wild and passionate lover. I couldn't resist her any longer, and I pulled her close, our bodies pressed against each other. We kissed hungrily, our hands roaming over each other's naked bodies. Bhabhi's moans echoed in the small bathroom as I explored every inch of her, my fingers tracing the curves of her body. We were interrupted by a knock on the door, and we quickly composed ourselves. It was my aunt, asking if we needed anything. Bhabhi and I exchanged a knowing look, both of us secretly thrilled by the risk of getting caught. As soon as my aunt left, we resumed our passionate encounter, our bodies moving in perfect harmony. Bhabhi's moans grew louder as I brought her to the brink of ecstasy, her body trembling in my arms. Afterwards, as we lay in each other's arms, Bhabhi showed me her collection of aunty nude photos, taken during her wild college days. We laughed and teased each other, our bodies still buzzing with pleasure. Our bathroom rendezvous had become a regular occurrence, and we couldn't get enough of each other. We were two forbidden lovers, indulging in our desires in the most intimate of places. But as we lay there, basking in the afterglow, I couldn't help but wonder how long we could keep our secret safe. But for now, I was content to enjoy every moment with Bhabhi, my beautiful and passionate Indian lover. And with desi hd porn playing in the background, our next encounter was sure to be even more exhilarating.
