Aisha’s Colors of Desire

Categories: Village, Gaon Ki Chudai, Artist Girl, Outdoor Sex, Jaipur Rural

Aisha was the colorful soul of her small village near Jaipur. At 25, the talented artist spent her days sketching the vibrant Rajasthan life — women in bright lehengas, golden fields, peacocks dancing. Her sketchbook was her world, full of bold strokes and hidden passions.

One hot afternoon, she wandered to the quiet khet (fields) to draw the sunset over mustard crops. Wearing a colorful lehenga choli, pallu loosely draped, she sat under a tree, lost in her art.

Vikram, the strong 28-year-old village lad who helped on farms, had been watching her for weeks. Today, he approached.

“Bhabhi ji… drawing me today?” he teased, flexing his muscular arms.

Aisha blushed. “Not bhabhi… just Aisha. Sit if you want.”

He posed, but his eyes roamed her curves — the way her choli hugged her full breasts, midriff exposed with a navel ring glinting.

As she sketched his broad chest, he moved closer. “Your lines are beautiful… but real life is better.”

Before she could protest, he took the pencil, drew a slow line on her exposed waist. His touch sent shivers.

“Aisha… I’ve dreamed of coloring you.”

She should have stopped him. Instead, she let his hands slide up, cupping her breasts through the thin fabric. Nipples hardened instantly.

He pulled her pallu down, blouse hooks opening. Her round breasts spilled out — dark nipples erect in the open air.

Vikram sucked them hungrily, one hand hiking her lehenga, fingers finding her wet through panties.

“Soaked already… my artistic randi.”

He laid her on the soft field grass, lehenga bunched at waist, panties ripped aside. His thick village cock — hard from farm work — rubbed her clit before pushing in.

Aisha gasped as he filled her tight pussy completely. “Vikram… ahh… deeper…”

He fucked her raw — powerful thrusts shaking her body, breasts bouncing wildly. Dust rose around them, peacocks calling in distance.

“Chod mujhe… gaon ki tarah zor se…”

She wrapped legs around him, nails digging his back. He pounded harder, rubbing her clit until she screamed, cumming hard, juices soaking the earth.

Vikram flipped her doggy — ass up in fields, lehenga flipped over back. He slammed deep, balls slapping.

“Take my seed… fill your colorful chut…”

He exploded inside her, hot cum flooding deep.

They lay panting, sunset painting them golden.

Aisha touched the mess between her thighs, smiling. “Best sketch ever.”

But Vikram whispered, “Tomorrow… bring your colors. I want to paint you again.”

The fields hold more secrets…