Horny Indian Housewife Homemade Sex Scandal Fucked In Kitchen
The sultry waft of spices and sizzling onions drifted from the kitchen, mingling with the heady aroma of arousal that permeated the air. She`!”d been at it all morning, chopping, stirring, and simmering, preparing a feast for her hungry husband. But there was another appetite consuming her thoughts, one that could only be satisfied by the throbbing length she`!”d seen hidden beneath his lungi.
Asha, the temptress, swayed her curvaceous hips to the rhythm of her thoughts as she leaned over the stove, her generous cleavage spilling from her low-cut blouse. The sizzling pan of onions intensified, mirroring the heat budding within her core. Strings of hair clung to her moist neck, announcing her state of arousal.
Suddenly, she heard the telltale creak of the floorboard behind her. She knew who it was, the object of her yearning. Without turning, she whispered, “I`!”ve been waiting for you, darling.” The words hung heavy in the air, pregnant with promise.
A shadow fell across her barely covered backside as her husband stepped closer, the warmth of his body caressing her even through their clothes. “You naughty wife,” he growled, lust darkening his voice. “Always thinking about sex.”
“Can you blame me?” Asha purred, turning to face him. Her eyes raked over his body, shamelessly lingering on the tent growing beneath his lungi. “When you look at me like that, I can`!”t think of anything else.”
Emboldened by his obvious desire, Asha reached up and began unbuttoning her blouse, revealing inch after tantalizing inch of soft, brown skin. Her full breasts sprang free, dark nipples already puckered with longing. “Touch me,” she begged, pressing herself into his palms.
Her husband`!”s hands cupped and kneaded the ripe flesh, thumbs teasing her sensitive peaks. A shudder raced through her body as she arched into his touch. His mouth found the tender spot where her neck met her shoulder, teeth grazing the delicate skin.
Asha fumbled with the ties of his lungi, desperate to free the rigid flesh contained within. “I need you,” she whimpered, “inside me, now.” Her questioning fingers wrapped around his throbbing shaft, guiding it to her slick entrance.
He pushed her back against the kitchen counter, lifting her onto the edge. Asha wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him in as he thrust deep into her welcoming heat. “Ahh, goddess!” she cried, head thrown back in ecstasy. “You feel so good!”
They moved together, a frantic rhythm fueled by pent-up passion. Asha raked her nails down his back, urging him deeper, harder. She could feel every ridge, every throb as he plumbed her depths. The delicious friction ignited sparks within her, building to a tempest of sensation.
“Fuck me,” she panted, “fuck me like you own me.” Her filthy words only spurred him on, his hips pumping with reckless abandon. The kitchen filled with the obscene symphony of flesh slapping against flesh and their mingled moans of pleasure.
Asha felt the tension coil tighter and tighter within her, ready to snap at any moment. “I`!”m so close,” she gasped, “don`!”t stop!” Her body tensed, back arching, as the first wave of her climax crashed over her. “Ahhh, yes! Yesss!”
Her husband, led by his own impending release and his wife`!”s ecstatic cries, increased his pace, driving into her spasming channel with renewed vigor. With a guttural groan, he buried himself to the hilt and let go, flooding her with his hot seed.
They clung to each other in the aftermath, bodies still joined, as their racing hearts gradually slowed. Asha nuzzled into the crook of his neck, tasting the salt of his skin. “Mmmm,” she hummed in contentment, “that was delicious.”
Her husband chuckled, still buried deep within her. “You are delicious.” He planted a tender kiss on her lips. “I`!”m a lucky man to have a wife so insatiable and uninhibited.”
Asha grinned deviously up at him, hopping down from the counter and reaching for her discarded clothing. “And you`!”ve only had a taste, my love. The main course is still to come.” She arched an eyebrow suggestively. “After all, I did make us a special dinner, didn`!t I? And it might get cold if we don`!”t go eat it.”
With a wink and another view of her tantalizing backside, Asha sauntered out of the kitchen, leaving her husband to admire the view and contemplate the decadent meal to come. All work and no play made Asha go seekery, and she wouldn`!”t mind being the dessert her husband couldn`!”t resist.
As she set the table, the spicy aromas mixing with the heady scent of sex, Asha couldn`!”t help replaying their passionate encounter in her mind`!”s eye, her imagination already envisioning their next intimate interlude. A woman should never let her fire fade, she thought with a sultry smile, not when she had a recipe for a lifetime of fiery passion to serve her lucky husband.
The End
