Real Hot Indian Housewife Taking Shower Fingering Pussy
The sultry Indian housewife, Priya, stepped into her marble tiled shower, the steam from the hot water already fogging up the glass door. She let out a satisfied sigh as the warm spray cascaded over her curvaceous body, running in rivulets down her caramel skin. Her long, dark hair was piled up on her head in a messy bun, a few stray tendrils clinging to her neck.
Priya took the loofah in her hands, lathering it up with her favorite vanilla-scented body wash. She began to slowly rub it over her skin, starting at her shoulders and working her way down. Her full, heavy breasts bounced slightly with each motion, the dark brown nipples hard from the steam. She circled the loofah around each breast, teasing the sensitive flesh until she could feel herself getting aroused.
Dropping the loofah, Priya reached up to untie her hair, letting her long, silky locks tumble down her back. She shook her head, shaking out the tangles, before running her fingers through her wet strands. Her movements were slow and sensual, clearly enjoying the sensation of her own touch.
As she continued to caress herself, Priya’s hands began to wander lower and lower, over the flat plane of her belly, and down to the patch of neatly trimmed hair at the junction of her thighs. She hesitated for a moment, biting her lower lip as she debated whether or not to indulge. But the growing heat between her legs was too intense to ignore.
Priya let out a soft moan as her fingers found her slick folds, already wet with more than just shower spray. She took her time, rubbing slow, firm circles around her sensitive jutting clit. Her hips began to move of their own accord, rolling and grinding against her hand as the pleasure built.
Her other hand came up to pluck at her nipples, pulling and teasing the needy buds until they were stiff peaks. The dual stimulation was almost too much to bear, and Priya could feel her climax approaching rapidly. Her moans grew louder, echoing off the tiled walls, as she brought herself closer and closer to the edge.
Just before she reached her peak, Priya slipped two long fingers into her tight channel, curling them just so to hit that magical spot inside. It was enough to send her hurtling over the edge, her entire body shaking with the force of her orgasm. Her sheath clamped down on her intruding digits, pulsing around them as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over her.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the last echoes of her climax began to fade. Priya slouched back against the wall, panting heavily as she tried to catch her breath. A satisfied grin spread across her face, the telltale signs of a prostate-induced orgasm still glistening on her lips.
Priya stayed under the spray for a few moments longer, letting the hot water wash away the last vestiges of her release. When she finally shut off the tap and stepped out onto the plush mat, she felt confident, invigorated, and thoroughly satisfied. Nothing quite compared to the bliss of a shower orgasm, she thought to herself with a delighted laugh.
Retrieving a fluffy towel from the rack, Priya began to dry herself off, taking extra care to make sure every inch of her body was completely dry. When her skin was finally smooth and soft, she wrapped the towel around herself like a sarong and headed for her bedroom to get dressed.
Little did Priya know that her office camera had been recording every moment of her steamy shower antics. The next day, when she returned to work, she would find a mysterious email in her inbox with a link to the video – and her world would be turned upside down.
