Brother-in-law fuck me while teaching cooking
“Mom! I’m going out to buy some clothes,” he announced.
“Why bother going out? Ananya can do it,” my mother-in-law replied. “Go ahead, beta! Ananya, please iron Aditya’s clothes.”
“But Mom, who will chop the vegetables?” I asked.
“I’ll take care of them,” she assured me.
I went to Aditya’s room to start ironing his clothes. As soon as I began, he entered and placed his hand on my waist, stroking it sensually.
“Why are you here, Aditya ji? Did you miss me?” I asked with a playful smile.
“Ananya! You spend your days sleeping with your little brother-in-law. Today, sleep with me. I want to be consumed by your beauty,” he said, his hand caressing my breast.
“You’ll burn yourself, Aditya ji!” I teased, feeling a surge of excitement.
“Then let me burn in the flames of your youth and die,” he whispered, taking the iron from my hands and pulling me into his arms. I felt like a flower bud about to bloom, “…Ahhhhhhh…Sssssss….Aaaaah…Ha ha…See…” I moaned as Aditya’s touch ignited my senses. He explored every inch of my body, his fingers tracing patterns on my skin. My heart pounded with anticipation and fear. What if my husband found out?
