Background

Priyanka a housewife married to a govt college professor came to this small town after his transfer.

She have been married from 7 years but still couldn't conceive a child, after trying almost all possible ways they had lost all their hopes.

Here she saw a ray of hope when from her neighbour she hears about a majhar at the outskirts of town.

After few weeks

It was just like a regular summer afternoon, roads going at the outskirts of this small town were almost empty, a few meters from the road was a small majhar and just few meters further was a small hut.

Faint yet carnel moans could be heard from outside, inside that hut was a woman in her early or mid thirties, laying on a thin mattress on the floor, her blouse hooks open revealing her well Carved milky breasts, her peticoat curled up till her lower back, while her creamy legs were wrapped around a dusky strong waist. Her soft hands trying to hold onto a strong back, as a man with islamic beard most probably in his late fourties or early fifties gives deep and hard thrusts at a constant rhythmic speed.

Matching the rhythms her milky breasts and mangalsutra jiggles with his each thrust, her eyes closed while she moans out while he mumbles something in arabic into her ear all this while their sweat drenched bodies rub and wrap around each other.

---Around an hour later --

She was found dressing up, grooming her long silky hair, the saree that was on the floor was now draped around her curvy figure.

As she was about to leave, The man who was munching and consummating her lovely figure rose behind her, coming close he said nothing but grab her saree lift it all the way up and plug her married cunt with a buttplug. And says "kal agla jhada lagwane waqt pe aa jana" he sayed fixing the buttplug in her pussy so that not a single drop of his thick viscous warm cum could leak out. She nods bidding him bye and leaves.