Hot Indian Big Boobs Wife Seducing Husband After Attending Party Hindi Audio

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The night air was thick with anticipation as Priya stepped through the front door of their modest flat, her heartbeat pounding in sync with the booming bass from the party she had just left. The sound of her husband Ajay’s deep, rumbling snores echoed through the hallway, making her grin. She knew exactly what she wanted, and the alcohol coursing through her veins only fueled her desire.

Priya sauntered into the bedroom, her hips swaying with each step. She was still clad in her shimmering sari, the dupatta draped seductively over her ample bosom. The intricate henna designs adorning her hands and feet added to her allure.

As she approached the bed, Priya slowly began to untie her sari, letting the rich fabric pool around her feet. Her pert, round breasts heaved with each breath, their dark nipples already hard with anticipation. She had worn no bra tonight, as was her custom beneath saris.

Ajay stirred as the cool breeze from the open window caressed his skin. His eyes fluttered open, widening at the sight of his wife standing before him, naked save for a mere pair of lacy panties. His gaze roamed over her curves hungrily, taking in the sight of her full, heavy breasts and the tiny indents of her trim waist.

“Priya, you’re… you’re home,” he managed to stammer, his voice gravelly from sleep. “Why are you… wearing so little?”

Priya smirked, climbing onto the bed and straddling him. She could feel his manhood stir beneath her, prodding at her core. Leaning down, she brushed her lips against his ear and whispered, “Because I want you to fuck me, Ajay. I want you to claim me like an animal.”

Ajay groaned, his hands finding their way to her hips. He gripped them tightly, his fingers digging into her plush flesh. Priya ground down against him, her panties the only barrier between them.

She reached behind herself, unhooking her panties with deft fingers. The flimsy garment slid down her legs, leaving her completely bare. Priya shuddered as the cool air kissed her most intimate parts.

Ajay licked his lips, his eyes glued to the juncture of her thighs. “Fuck, Priya,” he growled, his cock throbbing with need. “You’re so fucking sexy.”

Priya smiled coyly, spinning around on the bed. She positioned herself on her hands and knees, her ass pointed towards Ajay. She reached back, spreading her cheeks to give him an unobstructed view of her dripping sex.

“Come claim what’s yours, husband,” she purred, looking over her shoulder. “Fuck me like you’ve been starving.”

Ajay needed no further encouragement. He shuffled forward, gripping her hips tightly as he notched the tip of his cock at her entrance. With a swift thrust, he buried himself inside her hot, tight passage.

Priya cried out, her walls clenching around him. She was wet and ready, her folds stretching to accommodate his thick girth. Ajay wasted no time, setting a brutal pace as he pistoned in and out of her.

The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, punctuated by their moans of pleasure. Priya pushed back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust. Her breasts bounced with each impact, jiggling lewdly.

Ajay reached around, cupping the heavy mounds. He pinched and rolled her nipples between his fingers, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core. Priya gasped, arching her back further. She loved when he played with her tits, it always made her cunt clench and gush.

“Fuck, Ajay,” she panted, her thighs beginning to tremble. “I’m so close. Don’t stop.” Ajay redoubled his efforts, ramming into her harder, faster. He could feel her beginning to tighten around him, signaling her impending orgasm.

Priya’s moans grew louder, more urgent. She buried her face in the pillow, screaming her pleasure into it. Her climax hit her like a freight train, her walls spasming and convulsing around Ajay’s cock.

The feeling of her clenching and unclenching around him proved too much for Ajay. With a shout, he buried himself balls-deep inside her and let go, coating her womb with his hot seed.

They stayed like that for a long moment, both panting and shuddering with the aftershocks of their orgasms. Eventually, Priya collapsed onto the bed, rolling onto her side. Ajay spooned up behind her, one hand resting possessively on her hip.

“Fuck, that was amazing,” she sighed, snuggling back into him. “You truly know how to make a woman feel good.”

Ajay chuckled, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. “That’s because you drive me absolutely crazy, wife,” he murmured. “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.”

“Good,” Priya purred, stretching languidly. “Because I plan on riding you until we both can’t walk straight.”

Ajay groaned, already feeling his cock stir once more at her words. It seemed Priya was insatiable, and he was more than happy to oblige. After all, she was his wife, and he would happily spend the rest of his life worshipping her delectable body.

With that thought in mind, Ajay gathered Priya closer and proceeded to show her just how much he loved and desired her, over and over again. The night was young, and they had plenty of time to explore each other fully.

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