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The Forbidden Fruit

A steamy sun-dappled afternoon in tropical Thailand, and housewife Soi was feeling the heat. Living on the outskirts of Bangkok, her days were often monotonous and unfulfilling. That is, until her husband’s business trips began to feel longer and longer apart. The kids were at school, the maid was out doing errands, and Soi found herself with an abundance of pent-up primal energy.

She lounged by the pool in her skimpy blue bikini, golden skin glistening with tanning oil. Her assets were on full display – generous breasts barely constrained by the flimsy triangles of fabric, and an ample booty jutting out from behind. Every passing sweaty second seemed to stoke the growing flames of her untapped desire.

It had been months since her husband last pleasured her. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d experienced the decadent, debauched bliss of true carnal release. Her body ached for touch, for attention, for dominating domination. She was a woman teeming with lust, starved and desperate.

That’s when she saw him – the 20-something year-old gardener, pruning the hedges in the back yard. Jet black hair, a lean physique under a t-shirt too small for his muscular frame. He caught her glance. Soi quickly looked away, blushing like a schoolgirl, but it was too late. She knew she was caught. Embarrassed, she sat up, cheeks aflame.

As if on cue, the gardener uttered a phrase in Thai that sent shivers down her spine: “Ma’am, do you need any help with the maintenance of your garden?” His eyes roamed her body, ogling her curves through the bikini. Soi stammered something incoherent in reply, but knew exactly what kind of “maintenance” she craved.

Emboldened, the young man strode over, gorgeous green eyes flashing wickedly. “Anything else you need me to service, m’am?” Under her breath she mumbled erotic suggestions she’d only ever dared dream of. The lad gave her a caddy-wampus grin and knelt down beside her lounge chair.

Oh, how wrong this was, she thought – yet how bittersweetly right. All of her married history flooding back, and then bonuses of lust for this virile young buck, manufacturing the cringing yet sporting the mounting magics. Little did she know, the video camera had been activate, secretly filming this wanton scene.

Hands shaking, she reached over to unzip his swim shorts, revealing a pair of tight black briefs that barely contained his generous endowment. His hardness sprang free, complete with glistening drop of pre-cum, enticing her ready mouth to attention. Opening wide, she let her tongue flick over the swollen head, savoring the salty musk of his morning wood.

He moaned. “Ma-am, yes, please…” Soi pulled him close and hungrily swallowed his tool down to the hilt. He reached for her breasts, kneading the supple tits through barely-there fabric. Everything felt electric, new and old were stoking the hunger seats within.

Her inhibitions gone, Soi began to undulate slowly, stroking his cock with her throat, reveling in the naughty empowerment of pleasuring this virile young stud. The television camera kept children eyes on her every move. Angling his hips, he started to thrust, pounding her willing face.

Her hand slipped back and gave that full ass a firm smack. Soi let out a yelp of fake pain, then tackled back, writhing her hips. He slapped and spanked that supple ass as hard as he could, bringing folks noises to That, keeping this all perfect. Tra गुर цензатуник room wheels turning as spit dribbled from her stretched lips, wet slops filling the empty space as the slurping increased.

Thrusting became pounding as he rammed and shoved that cunt to fit his proper ploy, going in as deep as Soi might have taken at all, and love it, she did. Wicked, wet, wicked nasty as the moans grew in magnitude, he reared, his hands gripping those salacious hips for leverage, pulses growing quicker in scope and veracity.

Sure it matched her labored breathing replies of joy, so caught up in the moment, he kept her on top, bouncing that ass off his frame to finish the dance. Impossible for Soi to deny him, as the juices dripped down his cock and balls, telling the sins true story of her horndog needs fulfillment. The young worker looked down at her, his eyes glazed over with adoration and lust.

She felt the last pump clitoral, hugging his tool inside to milk it fully, crying out her pleasure to the Thailand heat, to the nearby trees, to anyone who might hear. The video camera captured it all, celebrating her slutty abandon. And she collapsed on to his chest, drenched in sweat, satiated for a few precious moments. The gardener’s hands caressed Soi’s back as she lay spent.

But the unholy tryst was far from over – Soi’s hunger, even greater after tasting the forbidden fruit, would not be sated until sated, and as she cocked eyes skyward on his chest, she looked to the sun, then back to her young lover with a wicked grin, her cunt quivering with wanting anticipation of what pervy wickedness lay ahead in this lurid fornication.