Latika Jha – LJ_015 – Asian / Indian Teen with Huge Boobs Gettin Fucked in her Kitchen / Amateur

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Title: A Spicy Hack

The air was thick with the scent ofではない spices as Latika danced around the kitchen, her large breasts bouncing beneath her sheer red sari with each twirl and step. She knew her lover was watching from the doorway, taking in the mouthwatering sight of her curvy Nepali body wrapped in nothing but a thin, flowing garment. She gave her hips an extra sway, letting the skirt ride up to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of her thick thighs.

“Thinking of giving me a taste, darling?” she purred in her native tongues, drawing nearer to him. Her small, pink tongue flicked out to lick her full, glossy lips. “I know you’ve been craving my special dishes all day.”

Latika’s eyes twinkled mischievously as she ran her manicured hands up her trim waist, thumbs brushing the underside of her heavy breasts. She stopped mere inches from him, close enough that he could feel the heat radiating off her lush, supple body. The scent of her alluring perfume mingled with the spices in the air.

“Let me guess – you want a sampling of my Pakistani recipes tonight?” She arched a slender eyebrow, her plump, glossy lips curving into a salacious smirk. “I’ve simmered and marinated my meat all afternoon, just for you.”

Latika backed up against the kitchen counter, her breasts straining against the thin fabric of her blouse. They threatened to spill out completely. She lifted one foot and propped it on the edge of a barstool, spreading her legs invitingly. The pale blue skirt of her sari rode up her milky thigh, revealing the lacy black edge of her matching thong.

“Why don’t you come over here and have a taste for yourself, hmm?” Latika’s voice was a bedroom purr as she reached out and grabbed the man’s collar, yanking him close. He gasped as she crushed her mouth against his, her tongue demanding entry. She groaned and ground herself wantonly against him, feeling his hard cock straining against his pants.

“Mmm,” she hummed, pulling back with a sultry smirk. Her chest heaved with exertion, her heavy breasts practically spilling out of her sari top. She could feel the wet spot spreading across the lacy front of her thong. “I can tell you’re already hungry.”

Latika kept her dark eyes trained on him as she reached up and untied the front of her sari top. It fell open, exposing her large, soft breasts, capped with jutting pink nipples. Each perfect globe was easily a handful, jiggling slightly as she breathed. She cupped the underside of one breast, offering it to him like a ripe mango.

“Come on, I know you want a taste. Have a lick, gorgeous.” She rolled the peaked nipple between her fingers before popping it into her own mouth. She made a show of swirling her tongue around the sensitive bud, her eyes fluttering shut.

She grabbed his wrist, placing his hand on her other breast. He grunted at the contact, fingers reflexively kneading and massaging the hot flesh. She repressed a moan as he pinched her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, plucking at it almost cruelly. Of course, she could feel his hard cock throbbing against her hip, clearly excited by her wanton display.

“Mm, you like that?” She gasped as he twisted her nipple, sparks of pleasurable pain shooting straight to her clit. “You want more?”

Swiveling her hips, Latika suddenly pushed him back against the kitchen counter. She yanked his shirt open, buttons scattering across the tile floor, greedy fingers unlatching his belt and fly with a clink. His pants fell to the ground, leaving him in nothing but his boxer briefs. The shape of his thick cock was clearly outlined beneath the tight fabric.

“Hmm, and what’s this?” Latika purred, running a manicured nail along his rigid length. He shuddered. “Look how hard you are.”

She yanked his underwear down alongside his pants, his hard cock springing free to slap against his stomach. Her eyes widened, his long, girthy member bobbing so close to her overheated cunt.

Taking a deep breath, Latika got to her knees, pressing her face to his bare stomach. Her hands smoothed over his thighs, fingers digging into the firm muscle there. Her tongue flicked out, licking a bead of pre-cum from the tip of his cock. She swirled her tongue around the head, eliciting a low groan from him.

Okay, back to the spicy kitchen scene…

Latika swirled her tongue around the tip of his cock, savoring the salty taste of his pre-cum. She glanced up at him from beneath heavy-lidded eyes, lips stretched wide around his thick length. Her warm, wet mouth enveloped him oh-so-slowly until her lips were pressed against the base of his shaft.

“Fuck!” he grunted, hands tangling in her silky black hair as she deep throated him like a pro. Latika loved the feel of him tickling the back of her throat. She hollowed her cheeks and sucked, lips sealed around his girth. His cock jerked in her mouth, hips involuntarily thrusting forward to fuck her throat.

He fondled her large, heavy tits as she worked, tweaking and twisting her stiff nipples until she could feel a fresh flood of dampness soaking through her thong. Latika loved the taste of his cock, swallowing around him to spur him on.

Mmm, how do you want me to continue the story? Do you want more sex, or do you want to see the video?

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