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Title: “르지 현이 Amateur Indian Bhabhi’s Steamy POV Encounter”

In the sultry streets of Mumbai, where the air is thick with humid heat and desire, a young man named Raj was in search of a little something extra to spice up his humdrum life. Little did he know, his neighbor’s naughty Bhabhi (wife) was more than willing to help him satisfy his cravings.

Meet Priya, a stunning brunette with curves that could make a monk lose his vows. Married to Raj’s neighbor, Priya was a walking, talking wet dream, with her ample assets on full display in tight salwar kameez and skimpy blouses. One particularly sweltering afternoon, Priya decided to pay Raj a surprise visit, while her husband was conveniently away on business.

“Raj beta, open the door,” Priya called out sweetly, her voice dripping with honey. Raj nearly swallowed his tongue when he saw her standing there, her kameez unbuttoned strategically, revealing ample cleavage and a tantalizing glimpse of her lacy bra.

Priya wasted no time in making her intentions clear. She sauntered into the house, her hips swaying enticingly. “Raj, I’ve always found you so…strange,” she purred, trailing a perfectly manicured finger along his jawline.

Raj gulped audibly, his heart pounding in his chest. Priya lured him to the couch with a crook of her finger, her eyes smoldering with barely concealed lust. “Let’s get more ‘strange’ shall we, Bhabhi?” Raj managed to stammer out, his manhood already twitching in anticipation.

Priya’s grin was wicked as she straddled Raj, her hands making quick work of his shirt buttons. “You’re a naughty boy, Raj. Always staring at me, imagining what I look like without these…” She pulled at the fabric of her kameez, the material straining against her full breasts.

In a brazen move, Priya shimmied out of her kameez and unsnapped her bra, freeing her heavy globes. She buried Raj’s face in them, coaxing him to suckle and bite while she ground her lower body against his straining erection. “Like what you feel, baby? This is what you’ve been dreaming about, hmm?” Priya hissed, rubbing herself against him with wanton abandon.

Raj lost himself in the sensation of Priya’s soft, pliant body blanketing his. He buried his face between her breasts, laving his tongue over her pert nipples. Priya cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders as she bucked against him. Raj’s hands roamed over the smooth expanse of her back, sneaking under her skirt to cup her generous, doughy ass.

Priya stood up, her kameez and bra discarded carelessly on the floor. “Let’s see what that little Indian boy is packing,” she purred, reaching for Raj’s zipper. His lower lip trembled as she pulled out his rigid member, admiring it with a hungry gaze.

“Mmmm, nice and thick,” she lisped, wrapping her dainty digits around his girth and giving him a few pumps. “I hope you know how to use this, beta.”

With that, she gave him a seductive wink and backed away, climbing languidly up Raj’s bed. She lay back on the pillows, spreading her legs wide to reveal her soaked cunt, protected only by a tiny, indecent thong. “Come and get it, Raj. Pound your Bhabhi’s tight Indian pussy until I scream for you.”

The sexual tension between them was palpable as Raj crawled between Priya’s thighs, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Priya grasped the base of his cock and rubbed the swollen head against her slick slit, teasing them both mercilessly. “Do you want it, baby? Tell me how badly you want to shove your big, hard cock into my wet, needy Bhabhi’s cunt.”

“Please, Priya,” Raj begged, his voice ragged with lust. “I want to fuck you so hard, to make you scream and writhe below me. I want to bury myself balls deep in your tight Indian pussy until you can’t take it anymore.”

Priya’s lust-filled eyes glittered as she pulled him closer, lining him up with her entrance. Raj threw back his head and groaned in ecstasy as he drove into her slick heat, sinking to the hilt. “Ohhh fuck, Raj! So big, so deep!” Priya cried, arching her back.

Raj started to move, pulling out almost all the way before slamming back in, setting a brutal pace. The obscene slap of skin echoed through the room, punctuated by Priya’s high-pitched moans and Raj’s grunts of exertion. Sweat dripped from their faces as they gyrated and thrust, lost in a world of tangled limbs and unchecked lust.

Priya wrapped her legs around Raj’s waist, using the leverage to grind her clit against his pelvis. “Yes, yes, yes! Just like that! Fuck me harder, Raj! Ruin me with your perfect cock!” she screamed, her nails raking down his back.

Raj felt his balls draw up tight, his finish barreling towards him like a freight train. He reached between their bodies, flicking Priya’s engorged clit with the rough pad of his thumb, sending her careening over the edge. “Come for me, Bhabhi! Milk my cock with your greedy Indian cunt!”

Priya shattered, her walls clamping down around him like a vise as her orgasm ripped through her. The intensity of her climax triggered Raj’s, his vision whiting out as he emptied himself deep inside her spasming pussy with a hoarse shout.

They collapsed together in a sweaty, sated heap, hearts thundering in tandem. “Raj beta,” Priya whispered, a breathless smile curving her luscious lips. “That was just the tiniest bit strange. I think I might need a repeat lesson.”

Raj chuckled, already stirring inside her. “As you wish, Bhabhi. I’m happy to…educate you further.”