"You like my farts?" Miss Gupta said, shaking her head in disbelief, and Ismail Dadjo nodded firmly. The two of them lay in bed, watching TV. There was a Seinfeld rerun playing, the one where elaine confronts the obnoxious Soup Nazi. Moments before, Miss Gupta laughed so hard that she let one rip, and the Indian MILF thought she was about to die from sheer embarrassment. Of course, once again, Ismail's reaction surprised the hell out of Miss Gupta...
"Sweet cheeks, I love everything to do with that big beautiful brown ass of yours," Ismail replied, and Miss Gupta smiled sheepishly, unsure what to say. Outside of Ismail's apartment, located in the Woodroffe area of western Ottawa, Ontario, it was snowing. Ismail is one kinky brother, in spite of having been raised in a conservative Islamic commune in the nation of Togo, and Miss Gupta is fascinated by his wild and kinky ways.
"Duly noted," Miss Gupta said evenly, and she reached for the remote, wishing to turn up the volume on the flat screen TV. Ismail took away the remote and dangled it inches from Miss Gupta's face, annoying the hell out of her. Miss Gupta looked at Ismail, smiled in a deceptively innocent manner and then tried to snatch the remote away from him. Ismail laughed, and Miss Gupta, out of balance, kind of tumbled forward. Of course, hilarity ensues...
"I must devour this ass," Ismail growled sexily as he practically forced Miss Gupta on all fours, and sniffed her big derriere. Miss Gupta grinned as her lover pulled down her purple panties, and proceeded to sniff her ass in earnest. Miss Gupta squealed as Ismail pried her thick ass cheeks wide open, and brought his nose perilously close to her back door. When he didn't do anything else, seemingly content to hang back there, she turned to look at him.
"Mister Ismail, sir, kindly explain what you want with my ass?" Miss Gupta asked politely, as if discussing the weather or something mundane like that. Ismail's only response was to laugh, and Miss Gupta rolled her eyes. Seconds later, she felt an intrusion in her backdoor. The object was too small to be Ismail's rather large penis, so Miss Gupta guessed it to be a finger...or two. Without further ado, Ismail began fingering Miss Gupta's ass hole...
"Miss Gupta, your ass is mine," Ismail said at last, and he removed his fingers from her ass, causing her to wince. Miss Gupta was given pause by the sudden removal of digits from her posterior. Ismail, never one to stop worshipping and or punishing female booty, had something else in store for his darling Miss Gupta. A happy sigh escaped Miss Gupta's lips as Ismail slid his tongue into her butt hole. There is nothing quite like the taste of a big-bottomed woman's juicy ass hole, and Ismail couldn't get enough of Miss Gupta's...
Miss Gupta is a tall, curvaceous, pleasantly plump but strongly built Indian woman from West Bengal, Republic of India. In her fifty plus years upon this earth, she's been a model, a wife, an immigrant, a mother, a healthcare professional, a leader at work, and many more. As it turns out, this wise and experienced, strong woman had much to learn when it came to sexuality and passion, and Ismail Dadjo, a proud Muslim man from the Togolese nation, is more than happy to teach her...