Sweet Gentle Indian Pussy Fucking Sex In Standing Position In Bathroom
Title: “Steamy Encounters in the Bathroom”
The hidden camera in the bathroom captured every sordid detail, every sultry glance and apologetic moan that followed. It all began innocently enough with Priya, the busty Indian beauty, waiting for her husband Vikram to finish his morning shower. But as the steam from the shower swirled around her, tendency and temptation took over.
Priya stood there, regally dressed in her salwar kameez, her ample cleavage heaving with each breath as steam curled around her curves. The scent of Vikram’s musk still lingered, a primal trigger that awakened a hunger deep within her. She could hear the patter of the shower, the telltale signs that Vikram was preparing for his day ahead.
But before Priya knew it, one hand was sliding into her kameez, kneading and caressing her supple breasts. Her hips began to sway, a hypnotic circle that soon had her other hand dipping into her lower garments to stroke the slick folds of her womanhood. Each touch, every prod and plunge, tunneled her inhibitions until she was lost to the slutty selfish pleasure, the impatient need.
Soft whimpers escaped her painted, plump lips – landing on Vikram’s ears through the thin walls. He paused, his brow furrowing in curiosity, wondering at the sounds coming from outside. He reached out, pausing the faucet flow as he strained to put his ear to the door…and heard more. A lot more.
The steam rising from Priya’s simmering loins was nothing compared to the massive hard-on Vikram developed at the sound of his wife, no doubt fingering her drenched little cunt and singing like a righteous choir soprano. Vikram threw open the door, and clicked on the light, revealing his beloved wife standing there, flushed with pleasure and surprise.
“Oh, oh my! Vikram?” Priya gasped, yanking her hand from her bodice and pajama bottoms, “I-I was just…folding the lahd…ah…” But she didn’t need to finish the lie. He saw everything – the way she had managed to disrobe despite wearing numerous layers of clothing, the way her saree was hiked up, her hands still covered in instant arousal ooze… He lorded over her, naked and aroused, his manhood reaching out for her like a beacon.
“Oh yes? Just folding the laundry? Or were you thinking something different, bitch?” he growled, grabbing her. He tossed her to the bathroom floor, pinned her down with his body against the cold tile. She could feel his massive boner (and she hoped it would be so) almost breaking her stomach. As he yanked at her underskirts and tore through her cotton smalls, she looked up at him with pleading eyes.
“Please…I need you so bad…!” Priya managed with all the dignity she could muster, as if she wasn’t a horny slut getting down and dirty with her man.
“Not yet.” Vikram smirked evilly, snatching again. Priya felt the pressure and warm wet sensation as his dick entered her. A deep gasp came forth as, in one swift swing, Vikram pushed his large rod a foot further into his wife’s pussy. The view from lying on the floor invited a delectable sight of Priya’s plump, juicy pussy lips wrapped around Vikram’s throbbing rod. He propelled his waist faster, thrusting with significant force pushing the bathtub and tile closer.
Her eyes rolled back, her lids fluttered on the ecstasy she felt from his deep penetration. The depot of love oozed from her hole like a girl oozing sheer instinct, a hedonistic need to fuck the naughtiest cavities. Her body commenced its rhythmic gyrations towards his thickening manhood. Vikram pummelled her harder, feeling Priya shuddering in orgasm.
“Stop!” Priya squealed, but she didn’t want him to stop. They both knew it. They heard the tissue of her steaming loins rolling back, squelching rhythmically as his cock sank pretty much into her innermost floodgate. The glistened presence of her steaming loins was a spectacle of her sexual satisfaction passionate high. With an extra dull slam, Vikram drilled his cock deeper and harder into her plump pussy, and considers all his tugging and pushing his lovely wife too far down to release his load.
“F-F-Faster! Please, stud!” Priya shouted, loud enough for the neighbors to hear, on the brink of cumming. He pounded hard against her, pounding pretty fiercely for another minute or so until he couldn’t take anymore. He came, cumming with extraordinary force inside her waiting hole. The fluids gushed into her womb filling her nooks and crannies that now required nothing but a stud’s seed. Priya came screaming, milking his cock hard of his cum.
“Fuck, did you have to be so loud?” Vikram moaned, pulling out his with a plop from Priya’s abused snatch leaving his seed to ooze out, “The neighbors will hear.”
Priya shyly smiled, “Oops…” she wiped the sweat from her face, “That was good. But, I think you need to fuck my mouth now…” she licked her lips and reached out to grab his meat. One look at her prison bitch eyes was enough to arouse Vikram. He pushed her, tearing out her clothes and guiding her bra less breasts into submission into his palette. Priya moaned softly, cumming from Vikram’s wet licks. Then, with his hands guiding her, Priya took his big, heavy cock into her mouth. She sank to her throat with his cock, letting the balls weigh heavily on her neck and making her hennaed face have a glossy look.
This was the sight that was broadcast on the hidden camera to who knows how many. But now, instead of cumming into Priya’s slit, Vikram sprays his elixir all over Priya’s face. Roaring in pleasurable enjoyment, his seed climbs out from Priya’s throat and comes via the sides of her mouth, a last squirt of cum hitting Priya’s black hair pin completing the portrait of a well fucked Indian beauty.
