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The sultry Indian magnificence, Padma, lay sprawled on the mattress, her darkish hair fanned out throughout the pillow. Her husband Rahul had left for work earlier that morning, however he hadn’t left alone – his finest good friend Vikram was coming over to repair their leaky faucet. Padma knew precisely what Vikram’s actual intentions had been, and she or he was greater than able to play alongside.

Padma heard the entrance door open, adopted by the sound of Vikram’s keen footsteps. She pretended to be engrossed in a ebook, however her coronary heart raced with anticipation. When Vikram entered the bed room, he took within the sight of her curvaceous determine, barely hid by a sheer nightgown.

“Well hello there, beautiful,” Vikram purred, his eyes roaming hungrily over her physique. “Rahul should be grateful to have a wife as sexy as you.”

Padma set her ebook apart and sat up, giving Vikram a tantalizing view of her cleavage. “And he should be grateful his best friend is so skilled with his hands,” she replied with a suggestive smile.

Vikram crossed the room in two lengthy strides and pulled Padma to her toes. His arms roamed her physique, squeezing her ample breasts via the skinny material of her robe. “Fuck, I’ve wanted you for so long,” he growled, his erection straining towards his denims.

Padma pushed him onto the mattress and straddled his lap, grinding her hips towards his hardness. “Then take what you want,” she whispered, leaning in to seize his lips in a searing kiss.

Their tongues danced and twisted as they frantically clawed at one another’s garments. Padma broke away to strip off her nightgown and panties, releasing her voluptuous breasts and glistening pink slit. Vikram yanked off his shirt and shucked his denims and boxers, revealing his spectacular ten-inch cock.

Padma licked her lips on the sight of his throbbing erection. She wrapped her hand round his shaft and stroked it slowly, teasing the delicate head along with her thumb. Vikram hissed in pleasure and bucked his hips, looking for extra of her contact.

Lowering her head, Padma dragged her tongue up the underside of Vikram’s cock, swirling across the tip earlier than engulfing him within the moist warmth of her mouth. She bobbed up and down his size, hollowing her cheeks to create scrumptious suction. Vikram tangled his fingers in her hair, groaning as she sucked him to the brink of orgasm.

“Not yet,” Padma panted, releasing him with a moist pop. “I want you inside me when you cum.”

She positioned herself over his keen cock, rubbing the top via her slick folds. With a impish grin, Padma sank down onto Vikram in a single swift movement, taking his whole size deep inside her hungry cunt.

“Fuck yes, so tight,” Vikram gasped, gripping her hips as she started to bounce on his lap. Padma rode him onerous and quick, her breasts jiggling hypnotically with each thrust. She angled her hips, whimpering when Vikram’s cock hit that magical spot inside her.

“That’s it, give me that pussy,” Vikram grunted, hampered his fingers deeper. “Let me feel you coming on my cock.”

Her interior partitions fluttered and clenched round him as a robust orgasm ripped via her. Padma tossed her head again and screamed his title as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over her physique.

“Yes, cum for me, you sexy little minx,” Vikram snarled, giving her ass a tough smack. Padma’s orgasm appeared to set off his personal, and with a roar, he exploded deep inside her, his scorching seed portray her interior partitions.

They collapsed into one another’s arms, chests heaving as they struggled to catch their breath. Their our bodies had been slick with sweat and spent ardour. Padma laid her head on Vikram’s heaving chest, feeling immensely happy and only a contact naughty.

Vikram grinned down at her, brushing a humid strand of hair from her face. “We should do this again sometime,” he urged with a wink.

Padma laughed, kissing him deeply earlier than rolling off to seize her discarded nightgown. “Let’s not tell Rahul about this. Doctor’s orders, you know.”

Just then, the sound of Rahul’s key turning within the lock made them each freeze. Padma rapidly threw her robe over her head and smoothed her mussed hair. Vikram hopped away from bed and scooped up his garments, however not earlier than giving Padma’s ass a fast smack.

“Hey Padma, Vikram, I’m home!” Rahul known as out cheerfully as he entered the house. “I hope you two weren’t getting into too much trouble…”

Padma plastered a coy smile on her face and went to greet her husband, Vikram shut behind. She could not wait to see what different naughty adventures awaited them sooner or later.