With her wit

“Sudeep ji, I am here at your service,” retorted Roshni, “paid for by the government.”

Sudeep was thirty. At twenty-six, Roshni was just a few years younger than him. But Sudeep with his big pot belly, unshaven beard looked a lot older. He had spent most of his life in the sun, causing his skin to appear much older than it really was.

In contrast, Roshni looked like an apsara. She was a pale white beauty, with slender thighs. Her breasts were perfect B cups. She didn’t shave but she had just some fuzz over her vagina, as if they were hiding a treasure chest. Her flawless white skin, coupled with her jet-black hair and doe eyes would have made her a hit anywhere.

Sudeep was already fully erect. He had a 7-inch, veiny cock. His swollen balls were covered with frizzled hair. As Roshni brought it close to her face, she could smell the seat and grime coming from it. She took a whiff and wrinkled her cute button nose.

“Sudeep, how many times have I told you to wash your cock before coming?” shouted Roshni, visibly upset. “I am not going to put this dirty thing in my mouth.”

“Madam Sir, sorry but you know how the shifts are. I didn’t get any time to wash,” pleaded Sudeep, “This last time make an exception.”