Hot Indian Bhabhi gets fucked by big dick of plumber

Title: “Waterworks and Desires: A Plumber’s Fuck-date with the Bhabhi

The hot Indian summer had everyone sweating, but Anjali, the neighbourhood’s nubile Bhabhi, took it a step further. Her sweaty, heaving bosom stretched the fabric of her blouse to its limit, and her plunging neckline revealed more than just her ample cleavage. Today, none of the local men could focus on anything but her, especially not her husband, who was out of town on business.

When the plumber arrived, Anjali greeted him at the door, her lithe figure barely concealed beneath a sheer apron barely covering her stained shorts and vest. “Why hello there, good sir,” she purred, eyeing the bulge in his trousers appreciatively. “I hope you’re ready for some… intensive pipework today.”

The plumber, a strapping young man named Ravi, gulped audibly. His eyes roved over her body, lingering on the creamy flesh of her exposed cleavage. “Y-yes, ma’am. I-I’m ready for anything,” he stammered, his voice cracking. He was clearly unaccustomed to such brazen flirting from genteel society Bhabhis.

Anjali smirked, liking his obvious arousal and nervousness. “Mmm, I do hope so,” she purred, sashaying up the stairs. “The sinks in the bedroom are acting up. Just follow me.”

Ravi shuffled along behind her, his heavy work boots thumping on the tiled steps as he tried desperately to avert his eyes from her plush rear, but failed miserably. The little outfit rode up to reveal a scanty thong, barely covering the lush globes of her ass.

In the bedroom, Anjali lounged across the bed, thighs spread invitingly. “Well? I seem to have a clog down here too. Think you can fix this, plumber?” She planted a foot on his chest and pushed, sending him sprawling.

Ravi struggled to right himself, dizzy from the alluring scent of musk and arousal. “Uhh..where’s your toolbox?” he asked innocently. Anjali just giggled and beckoned him closer.

“Oh aren’t you a funny one,” she laughed. “I have just the tool for your needs…” She walked a finger down her cleavage and over her stomach, slipping it into her shorts. “Ooh, I’m positively gushing! Can you help me with that?”

Ravi groaned, feeling his cock twitch to full hardness. “I’ll help you so much, you naughty Bhabhi,” he growled, reaching out to grope her tits.

Anjali gasped at the touch, arching into his hands. “Mmm, yesss! But you’ll need to get these out first.” She stripped off her vest and shorts in one move, revealing nothing but a wispy G-string. Her skin glowed with sweat and her nipples stood proudly at attention.

The plumber needed no more encouragement. He shredded his work clothes, revealing his muscular body and an enormous cock, flushed red and dripping with pre-cum. “Fuck, you are so hot,” he groaned, rubbing his fat cockhead through her soaked G-string. “I want to wreck your needy cunt so good.”

Anjali whimpered and shimmied out of her underwear. “Yes, Ravi! I need your big, thick Indian cock inside me! Please don’t tease me!” She spread herself open, raising her slim hips.

Chuckling darkly, Ravi shoved his huge manhood into her velvet heat, groaning as her walls clenched him like a vise. He set a hard, pounding rhythm, enjoying the slick squelch of her dripping pussy and her breathless moans. “Such a good Indian wife, taking a plumber’s cock so eagerly,” he grunted. “You’re going to be so full of my cum soon.”

Anjali could only babble in ecstasy, “Yes! Fuck! I need it so badly! Fill me up and breed my greedy cunt! I want it!” Her fingernails dug into his shoulders as he hammered into her harder.

The plumber felt her body convulse with each forceful thrust, and latched his mouth onto a bouncing tit, suckling the stiff nipple. Anjali keened, feeling another orgasm building rapidly. “Fuck fuck fuck! I’m gonna cum! Please don’t stop!”

Ravi grinned ferally and slammed into her faster, pistoning his hips like a well-oiled machine. “Cum for me, Bhabhi. Milk my cock with your pussy. I’m going to pump you full until it’s leaking out.”

With a high-pitched scream, Anjali climaxed, her pussy spasming wildly around Ravi’s plunging cock. Thick rivulets of her release splashed onto her stomach and pooled on the bedsheets as he continued jackhammering into her, prolonging her ecstasy.

Feeling his own peak approaching, Ravi drove into Anjali’s fluttering canal as deep as he could go, his balls drawing up tight. “I’m cumming! Fuck yes! Take my load, you sexy Bhabhi!” He roared, his seed erupting from his cock in great spurts.

Anjali felt like she was being branded by liquid heat as spurt after spurt of his cum flooded her innermost reaches. Her head thrashed on the bed, tears of pleasure leaking from her eyes as she experienced the most intense orgasm of her life.

When it was over, the two lovers collapsed in a sweaty, satisfied tangle, cock still buried in rectum. “That was… amazing,” gasped Anjali, stroking the plumber’s chest lazily. “I think you may have to come back… and finish the rest of the renovation work, hehe.”

Ravi grinned, flipping them over so that he could keep thrusting shallowly into her. She moaned encouragingly. “Mmm, as the lady Bhabhi wishes. I’ll make sure to inspect your pipes thoroughly whenever you need a proper servicing.”

Anjali purred, ready for another round, as the nimble fingers of the plumber located one of her neglected protrusions, and her world dissolved again into sweet, slow-building bliss. The bonded couple knew this was just the beginning of a long and mutually beneficial relationship that was sure to last for many visits to come.

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