Adultery Padma : Beautiful and traditional wife

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[Hakari77]

Padma was still trembling when Kumar’s voice finally cut through the thick air in the room.

“Cut!”
The word landed heavily. Dev slowly, almost reluctantly, pulled his two thick fingers out of her pussy. The sudden emptiness hit her hard. Her inner walls clenched and fluttered around nothing, a deep, throbbing ache blooming inside her. She had been right on the edge — one more firm press of his thumb against her clit, one more curl of those fingers against her sensitive spot, and she would have come undone. Instead, she was left hanging. Her pussy felt swollen, hot, and desperately needy. Every tiny movement of her hips made her walls squeeze and release, chasing a release that had been stolen from her.
A heavy wave of guilt crashed over her at the same time. Rakesh was at home right now. He trusted her. He had signed the contract for this movie because he believed it would help their family. And here she was, lying on another man’s bed with her legs still slightly spread, her panties pulled to the side, and her body still reacting to Dev’s touch. The emptiness inside her wasn’t just physical. It was mixed with shame, confusion, and a strange, restless hunger she didn’t want to acknowledge.
Dev slowly withdrew his hand from under the bedsheet. He brought his glistening fingers up to his mouth and licked them clean with deliberate, slow strokes of his tongue. He dragged his tongue along each finger, tasting her juices thoroughly, his eyes locked on her flushed face the entire time. A low, satisfied sound rumbled in his throat.
“Sweet,” he said quietly, licking the last trace from his fingers.
Padma’s face burned with embarrassment. She quickly reached under the sheet and adjusted her black panties back into place, then tugged the tight bodycon dress down to cover herself. Her hands were shaking. She couldn’t meet his gaze.
Kumar noticed the wet shine still on Dev’s fingers. A knowing smirk crossed his face. He gave Dev a slow, deliberate wink. Dev smirked back and returned the gesture, both men clearly pleased with how the scene was unfolding.
“Alright,” Kumar said, clapping his hands once. “Good work, both of you. Let’s take a short break. Change into towels for the next scene. This is the aftermath part. After the intense sex, the Principal falls asleep. Your character tries to search the house for evidence, but something falls and wakes him up. To keep him from getting suspicious, you have to distract him by making it look like you’re having sex again. You’ll both wear towels. Under the bedsheet, throw them away so it looks natural and naked on camera.”
Dev stood up and walked to the other room without another word. Once inside, he removed every piece of clothing, including his underwear. His thick cock hung heavy and semi-hard between his legs. He wrapped a white towel loosely around his waist. The fabric did little to hide the clear outline of his length.
Padma went to the makeup room. Rhea handed her a fresh white towel.
“You can change here,” Rhea said with a small, encouraging smile.
Padma kept her black lace bra and matching panty on. She didn’t want to remove them. She wrapped the towel tightly around her body, tucking it securely above her breasts. The soft fabric brushed against her still-sensitive nipples and pressed lightly against the dampness between her thighs. Even that small friction made her pussy twitch with leftover need from being edged.
When she returned to the bedroom set, Kumar was already explaining the flow of the next scene while the cameraman adjusted the lighting.
“Action.”
Dev was lying on the bed, propped up on one elbow, watching her with dark, heavy eyes. The white towel sat low on his hips. Padma took a slow, steadying breath and began walking toward him. She tried to move sensually, letting her hips sway naturally. The towel rode up slightly on her thighs with every step, exposing more of her smooth legs. Dev’s gaze followed her the entire way, drinking in the sight of her body wrapped in nothing but the thin white fabric.
When she reached the bed, she placed both her soft hands on his firm, hairy chest and gently pushed him down onto his back. Dev allowed himself to fall, his eyes never leaving her face. Padma climbed onto the bed and straddled his thighs, being careful to keep some space between their bodies. She leaned forward and kissed him.
The kiss was slow at first. Their lips met softly, pressing together. Dev’s mouth was warm and slightly demanding. He tilted his head and deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding out to trace her lower lip before pushing gently inside. Padma’s lips parted for him. Their tongues met, sliding against each other in slow, wet strokes. She could taste him clearly — a mix of warmth and something faintly masculine. A small sound escaped her throat as his tongue moved deeper, exploring her mouth with unhurried confidence.
Dev’s hands moved down to her ass over the towel. He gripped the firm, round cheeks tightly, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh through the fabric. His fingers pressed into her, pulling her just a little closer even as she tried to maintain distance. The heat of his palms seeped through the thin towel.
After several long, deep kisses, Padma reached for the bedsheet and slowly pulled it up over their lower bodies, covering them from the waist down. Inside the hidden space beneath the sheet, she reached for his towel. She still believed he was wearing underwear underneath, so she tugged it away without much thought and tossed it aside under the sheet.
She didn’t know he was completely naked.
The moment the towel was gone, she felt it — something thick, hot, and heavy pressing firmly against the soft skin of her stomach. It throbbed against her. A warm, sticky sensation spread across her navel as precum leaked from the tip and smeared into her skin.
Padma’s eyes widened slightly in confusion. Before she could pull back or say anything, Dev’s hand shot up and grabbed the back of her neck. He pulled her down and crushed his mouth against hers again, kissing her deeply and hungrily. His tongue pushed past her lips, silencing her before she could speak. He kissed her with more intensity this time, his tongue moving slowly and deliberately inside her mouth, stroking against hers.
“Kiss him back, Padma,” Kumar called out calmly. “Make it look real. Don’t hold back.”
She had no choice. She kissed him back, her mind spinning. She thought Kumar had no idea what was really happening under the bedsheet.
Dev kept one strong hand on the back of her neck, holding her in the deep kiss. His other hand slid down to her ass. Now that the towel was gone, his palm met bare skin above the thin black panty. He squeezed and caressed the soft, full cheeks, his fingers kneading and spreading them slowly. At the same time, he began grinding the thick head of his cock against her navel in slow, deliberate circles. The warm, slick precum continued to leak from the tip, coating her soft stomach and filling the small dip of her navel with sticky warmth.
Dev was lost in the sensation.
The feeling of her smooth, warm skin against his bare cock was driving him crazy. Her stomach was soft and yielding, and every tiny shift of her body made her skin slide deliciously along his thick length. He could feel the heat of her body radiating against him. He kept grinding the swollen head of his cock into her navel, pushing the tip against the soft skin and smearing more precum there. At the same time, his hand on her ass squeezed harder, fingers digging into the plush flesh, enjoying the way it filled his palm.
Padma was extremely uncomfortable. She kept waiting for Kumar to say “cut,” but the director stayed quiet, letting the scene play out. She could feel Dev’s thick cock throbbing against her stomach, hot and insistent. The sticky precum in her navel made her skin feel slick and used. Shame burned through her chest, but underneath it was something else — a growing heat low in her belly that she didn’t want to feel.
Dev’s hand on her ass moved with more purpose. He squeezed and caressed the round cheeks, sometimes spreading them apart, his fingers occasionally brushing the edge of her panty. All the while, he kept thrusting his hips upward in small, controlled movements, the head of his cock rubbing and circling inside her navel while the thick shaft pressed against her soft stomach.
“React, Padma,” Kumar instructed. “Move with him. Show that you’re into it.”
Padma hesitated for only a second before she started rocking her hips slightly, as the scene required. The moment she moved, Dev pulled her even closer against him. Her panty-covered pussy now pressed directly against the underside of his thick, hard shaft.
As she rocked up and down, her wet folds rubbed along the length of his cock through the thin black fabric. She could feel how hard he was — the thick ridge of his shaft sliding against her covered slit with every slow movement. The friction sent unwanted sparks of pleasure shooting through her.
Her body reacted almost immediately. Fresh wetness flooded her pussy. Her panties grew damper with every grind. She could feel her swollen clit rubbing against him through the soaked fabric. The sensation made her breath catch. A soft, involuntary moan escaped into Dev’s mouth.
Dev groaned quietly against her lips. He could feel the growing wetness seeping through her panty onto his cock. The heat and slickness of her pussy rubbing along his shaft felt incredible. He squeezed her ass harder, fingers digging deep into the soft flesh, and thrust his hips upward more deliberately. The head of his cock continued sliding back and forth along her covered folds, pressing against her clit with every movement.
Padma’s mind was a storm. Guilt twisted sharply in her chest — Rakesh’s face flashed in her thoughts — but her body was betraying her more with every second. The slow, deliberate rubbing of Dev’s thick cock against her panty was making her wetter and wetter. Her clit throbbed with every pass. Her inner walls clenched around nothing, still aching from being edged earlier.
She moaned again into the kiss, softer this time, her hips moving with more purpose. She pressed her pussy down against his shaft, grinding slowly. The wet fabric of her panties slid along his hot, hard length. She could feel every ridge and vein through the thin material.
Dev was in pure pleasure. Her smooth stomach against his cock, her full ass filling his hands, the growing wetness of her panty rubbing against him — it was better than he had hoped. He kept grinding the head of his cock against her navel while his shaft slid along her covered pussy, precum and her juices mixing between them under the hidden sheet.
Kumar’s voice came again, calm and encouraging.
“Very good. Keep the movement natural. Padma, let those sounds come out. It looks perfect on camera.”
Padma’s breathing had grown heavier. Her nipples were stiff and aching inside her bra. Every slow grind made her pussy clench and release, more wetness soaking into her panties. She could feel Dev’s cock throbbing against her, hot and insistent, as he continued to fuck her navel and rub along her covered slit at the same time.
The bedsheet rustled softly above them as their bodies moved together. Hidden from the camera, Dev’s thick cock was now sliding back and forth along her soaked panty. The head occasionally caught against her swollen clit, sending sharp sparks of pleasure through her. Her juices had made everything slippery. She could feel how wet she was getting — her panties clinging to her folds, the fabric growing more and more soaked with every deliberate movement.
She was getting close again. The slow, steady friction against her clit combined with the memory of being edged earlier was pushing her higher. Her moans were becoming more frequent, muffled against Dev’s mouth. Her hips moved with more urgency now, grinding her soaked panty against his thick shaft.
Dev could feel everything. He could feel how wet her panties had become. He could feel the heat of her pussy through the thin fabric. Every time she rocked against him, more of her juices coated his cock. He squeezed her ass harder and thrust upward, sliding his shaft more firmly along her covered slit.
Padma’s thighs trembled slightly. Her pussy was throbbing, clenching, desperate for more. The slow, torturous rubbing was driving her crazy. She could feel herself getting wetter and wetter, her panties completely soaked now. Every movement made a faint, wet sound that only they could hear under the sheet.
And still, Kumar hadn’t said cut.
Dev kept one hand on the back of her neck, holding her in the deep kiss, while his other hand continued squeezing and caressing her ass. He ground the thick head of his cock against her navel one more time before sliding it down slightly, letting the full length of his shaft press more directly against her soaked panty. He could feel her heat. He could feel how slippery she had become.
Padma moaned louder into his mouth, her body moving on its own now. She pressed her pussy harder against his cock, rubbing herself along his thick length through her wet panties. The friction against her clit was intense. Her breathing was coming faster. She was losing herself in the sensation, her earlier guilt temporarily drowned out by the building pleasure between her legs.
Dev was rock hard beneath her. The feeling of her wet panty sliding along his cock, her soft stomach against him, her full ass in his hands — it was pushing him closer to the edge too. He thrust upward more firmly, grinding against her with more purpose while still keeping the movement looking natural for the camera.
Kumar’s voice finally came again, low and satisfied.
“Excellent. Keep going just like that. Don’t stop.”
Padma’s eyes were half-closed. Her body was moving on instinct now, her soaked panty sliding back and forth along Dev’s thick, hard cock. She could feel every inch of him through the thin, wet fabric. Her clit was swollen and sensitive, rubbing against him with every movement. She was getting dangerously close again.
And underneath the bedsheet, hidden from everyone except the two of them, Dev’s cock was throbbing against her soaked panty while his hand continued to squeeze and spread her ass, and his other hand held her neck as he kissed her deeply.
The scene showed no signs of ending soon.

[Hakari77]

The air inside the bedroom set felt thick and heavy. The single camera kept rolling quietly at the foot of the bed, but neither Padma nor Dev seemed aware of it anymore. They were both far too lost in what was happening between their bodies.
Under the bedsheet, Padma’s hips moved in slow, instinctive circles. Her soaked black panty dragged back and forth along the thick, bare length of Dev’s cock. Every slow grind made the wet fabric cling tighter to her swollen pussy lips. She could feel how hard he was — the heat of his cock burning through the thin, drenched material. Her clit throbbed every time it rubbed against the ridge of his shaft. More of her juices leaked out with every movement, soaking her panties even more until they were completely transparent and stuck to her folds.
Dev’s hand remained on the back of her neck, holding her in the deep kiss while his other hand gripped her ass. He was thrusting upward in small, controlled movements, matching her rhythm. The wet sound of her panty sliding along his cock was faint but constant beneath the sheet. He could feel how hot and slippery she had become. Every time she rocked forward, more of her wetness coated his cock.
Neither of them wanted to stop.
Dev was the one who finally broke the kiss.
He pulled his mouth away from hers slowly. Their lips separated with a soft, wet sound. A thin strand of saliva stretched between them for a second before it broke. Both of them were breathing hard. Padma’s lips were red and swollen, slightly parted as she gasped. Her eyes were hazy, unfocused.
Dev’s hands left her neck and ass. He placed both of them firmly on her waist instead. His large palms spread wide over her soft skin, fingers pressing into the curve of her waist. At the same time, Padma’s hands stayed on his chest, her fingers splayed over his hairy skin, feeling the heat of his body and the strong beat of his heart beneath her palms.
Slowly, she began to raise her upper body.
As she lifted herself, the white bedsheet that had been covering them slid downward. It slipped off her shoulders and gathered loosely around her waist. Now her upper body was completely exposed. She was only wearing her black lace bra. Her full, heavy breasts rose and fell with every shaky breath. The tops of her breasts were flushed pink. A light layer of sweat made her creamy skin glisten under the soft lighting of the set. Her nipples were stiff and clearly visible through the thin lace.
The moment the sheet moved away, Dev’s dark eyes dropped to her chest. He stared at her breasts like a man starved, watching them move with her breathing. His hands tightened slightly on her waist.
Padma didn’t stop moving her hips.
Even with the bedsheet now only around her waist and her upper body fully visible, she continued grinding her leaky pussy against his bare cock. The soaked crotch of her panty slid slowly up and down his thick length. Every time she moved forward, the wet fabric dragged along his shaft. Her juices had made everything slippery. She could feel the head of his cock pressing against her covered entrance with every slow roll of her hips.
A soft, shaky moan left her lips.
“Haaah…”
The sound was quiet but filled with need. Her eyes were half-closed, her mouth slightly open as another moan escaped.
“Mmmh…”
Dev’s breathing grew heavier. He held her waist firmly and began to push upward in slow, deliberate movements. He wasn’t trying to enter her yet. He was simply pressing the thick, swollen head of his cock firmly against the soaked fabric of her panty, right over her entrance. The pressure made the wet material stretch and cling to her folds.
Padma moaned again, longer this time.
“Ahhn…”
Her fingers curled against his chest. Her thighs trembled slightly on either side of his hips. The feeling of his cock head pushing against her through her panties was intense. Her pussy clenched hard, and more wetness leaked out, soaking the fabric even further.
Dev groaned deeply. The sound rumbled from his chest.
“Fuck… you’re so wet…”
He kept the pressure slow and steady. His hands stayed on her waist, holding her in place as he pushed the head of his cock upward. Because her panties were completely soaked and stretched tight from all the grinding, the thick tip began to push the fabric slightly inside her along with it. The wet material stretched around the head of his dick as he pressed forward.
The only thing separating them was her soaked panty.
Every time he pushed up, the head of his cock nudged deeper against her covered entrance. The fabric was so wet that it had become almost see-through. Dev could feel the heat of her pussy through it. He could feel how her folds were parting slightly around the pressure.
Padma’s moans were becoming more frequent and breathy.
“Haa… ahh… mmh…”
Her hips moved in small, helpless circles. She was no longer just grinding — she was pressing herself down against him, chasing the pressure. Her soaked panty was being pushed deeper between her folds with every slow thrust of his hips.
Dev’s jaw was tight. He could feel how hot and slippery she was even through the thin fabric. The head of his cock was now pressing firmly against her entrance, stretching the soaked panty into her. He stayed like that for a long moment, just applying steady pressure without forcing it.
Then, slowly, he moved one hand.
He kept one hand on her waist while the other began to slide downward. His palm moved over the soft, warm skin of her lower stomach. His fingers traced the curve of her waist, then continued lower, feeling the smooth texture of her skin. Padma’s stomach trembled under his touch. She could feel every inch of his hand moving down her body.
His fingers finally reached the waistband of her black panty.
He hooked two fingers underneath the soaked fabric on one side.
Padma’s reaction was instant.
Her hands left his chest and grabbed his wrist. Her fingers wrapped around his hand, trying to stop him from moving her panty. But the resistance was weak — barely there. Her grip was trembling, uncertain. She was breathing hard, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she looked down at him with conflicted eyes.
Dev didn’t stop.
He looked up at her face as he slowly, deliberately pulled the side of her panty aside. The soaked fabric stretched and moved away from her pussy. Cool air touched her bare, wet folds for the first time. Her pussy was glistening, swollen, and dripping. Strings of her juices stretched between her folds and the fabric as he pulled it to the side.
Then, with one slow, careful push upward, Dev pressed the thick head of his cock directly against her bare entrance.
The electric feeling that shot through both of them was overwhelming.
Dev let out a deep, guttural growl from deep in his chest.
“Fuuuuck…”
Padma’s moan was loud and broken. Her voice cracked with the intensity of it.
“Ahhhn—!”
Her eyes fluttered half-closed. Her mouth fell open, lips parted as another long moan spilled out. Her face looked completely lost — eyes glassy, mouth open, cheeks flushed deep red. The feeling of his bare, thick cock head pressing directly against her wet entrance was too much. Her pussy clenched hard around nothing, more juices leaking out and coating the head of his dick.
Dev stayed still for a long moment, just letting the swollen tip rest against her entrance. He could feel how hot and tight she was. Her pussy was fluttering against him, trying to suck him in. The head of his cock was already slick with her wetness.
Then he tried to push forward.
The thick head started to stretch her entrance, but everything was so wet and slippery that his cock slipped upward instead. It slid along her folds and bumped against her swollen clit. The sudden friction made Padma moan sharply.
“Ahh—!”
Dev groaned in frustration, his hand tightening on her waist. He adjusted his angle carefully, lining himself up again. This time, he pressed the head of his cock more firmly and deliberately against her entrance.
This time, it didn’t slip.
He began to push upward slowly.
Inch by inch, the thick head of his cock stretched her tight entrance and sank inside her. Padma’s walls gripped him tightly as he entered. The feeling of her hot, wet pussy enveloping the head of his cock made Dev groan deeply.
“Shit… you’re gripping me so hard…”
Padma’s moan was long and shaky. Her voice trembled with every word.
“Haaah… ahhn… Dev… it’s… stretching me…”
Her hands had moved back to his chest, gripping him tightly. Her thighs were shaking on either side of his hips. Her pussy stretched around the thick head of his cock, the sensation intense and overwhelming. She could feel every inch of him as he slowly pushed deeper.
Dev didn’t rush.
He kept pushing upward in slow, controlled movements. His cock sank deeper into her, her soaked walls stretching and gripping every inch of him. Her juices made everything slippery, but she was still incredibly tight. Every time he pushed in a little more, her pussy clenched hard around him.
Padma’s moans were continuous now. They came out broken and helpless with every inch he gave her.
“Ahh… haaah… mmmh… it’s too thick… ahhn…”
Her head was tilted slightly back, her mouth open, eyes half-closed in overwhelming pleasure. Her breasts rose and fell rapidly inside her bra. A thin layer of sweat covered her skin, making it shine under the lights.
Dev kept going until he was buried completely inside her.
His entire cock was now deep inside her tight, dripping pussy. His hips were pressed flush against hers. He could feel her walls pulsing and clenching around his full length. The heat and tightness of her was almost too much.
He let out a long, deep groan.
“Fuck… Padma…”
Padma’s moan was loud and broken. Her body trembled on top of him.
“Ahhhhh—!”
Her pussy spasmed around his cock, gripping him tightly. She could feel how deep he was, how completely he was stretching and filling her. Her hands were still on his chest, fingers curled into his skin.
For a long time, neither of them moved.
Dev stayed buried deep inside her, his hands gripping her waist. Padma stayed straddling him, her upper body exposed, her soaked panty still pulled to one side, the bedsheet gathered around her waist. Her pussy kept clenching and fluttering around his cock in small, involuntary spasms.
Dev’s breathing was rough and heavy. He could feel every tiny movement of her walls around him. Her pussy was so wet and hot that it felt like it was trying to pull him even deeper.
Padma’s face was still lost in pleasure. Her eyes were half-closed, her mouth slightly open as soft, shaky breaths escaped her. Every time her pussy clenched around him, a small moan slipped from her lips.
“Mmmh… haah…”
Dev slowly moved one hand from her waist and brought it up to her face. He brushed his thumb gently across her lower lip. His other hand stayed on her waist, holding her in place as he remained buried inside her.
The camera was still rolling.
Kumar hadn’t said cut.
And neither of them seemed to care anymore.
They stayed like that for a long time — Dev’s thick cock buried completely inside Padma’s tight, dripping pussy, her upper body exposed and trembling on top of him, both of them completely lost in the overwhelming sensation of being connected so deeply.
Padma’s pussy continued to clench and flutter around him. Every small movement sent sparks of pleasure through both of them. Dev’s cock throbbed inside her, and every throb made her moan softly.
Neither of them wanted to move.
They just stayed there, breathing hard, bodies joined, lost in the moment.

The air inside the bedroom set felt thick and heavy. The single camera kept rolling quietly at the foot of the bed, but neither Padma nor Dev seemed aware of it anymore. They were both far too lost in what was happening between their bodies.
Under the bedsheet, Padma’s hips moved in slow, instinctive circles. Her soaked black panty dragged back and forth along the thick, bare length of Dev’s cock. Every slow grind made the wet fabric cling tighter to her swollen pussy lips. She could feel how hard he was — the heat of his cock burning through the thin, drenched material. Her clit throbbed every time it rubbed against the ridge of his shaft. More of her juices leaked out with every movement, soaking her panties even more until they were completely transparent and stuck to her folds.
Dev’s hand remained on the back of her neck, holding her in the deep kiss while his other hand gripped her ass. He was thrusting upward in small, controlled movements, matching her rhythm. The wet sound of her panty sliding along his cock was faint but constant beneath the sheet. He could feel how hot and slippery she had become. Every time she rocked forward, more of her wetness coated his cock.
Neither of them wanted to stop.
Dev was the one who finally broke the kiss.
He pulled his mouth away from hers slowly. Their lips separated with a soft, wet sound. A thin strand of saliva stretched between them for a second before it broke. Both of them were breathing hard. Padma’s lips were red and swollen, slightly parted as she gasped. Her eyes were hazy, unfocused.
Dev’s hands left her neck and ass. He placed both of them firmly on her waist instead. His large palms spread wide over her soft skin, fingers pressing into the curve of her waist. At the same time, Padma’s hands stayed on his chest, her fingers splayed over his hairy skin, feeling the heat of his body and the strong beat of his heart beneath her palms.
Slowly, she began to raise her upper body.
As she lifted herself, the white bedsheet that had been covering them slid downward. It slipped off her shoulders and gathered loosely around her waist. Now her upper body was completely exposed. She was only wearing her black lace bra. Her full, heavy breasts rose and fell with every shaky breath. The tops of her breasts were flushed pink. A light layer of sweat made her creamy skin glisten under the soft lighting of the set. Her nipples were stiff and clearly visible through the thin lace.
The moment the sheet moved away, Dev’s dark eyes dropped to her chest. He stared at her breasts like a man starved, watching them move with her breathing. His hands tightened slightly on her waist.
Padma didn’t stop moving her hips.
Even with the bedsheet now only around her waist and her upper body fully visible, she continued grinding her leaky pussy against his bare cock. The soaked crotch of her panty slid slowly up and down his thick length. Every time she moved forward, the wet fabric dragged along his shaft. Her juices had made everything slippery. She could feel the head of his cock pressing against her covered entrance with every slow roll of her hips.
A soft, shaky moan left her lips.
“Haaah…”
The sound was quiet but filled with need. Her eyes were half-closed, her mouth slightly open as another moan escaped.
“Mmmh…”
Dev’s breathing grew heavier. He held her waist firmly and began to push upward in slow, deliberate movements. He wasn’t trying to enter her yet. He was simply pressing the thick, swollen head of his cock firmly against the soaked fabric of her panty, right over her entrance. The pressure made the wet material stretch and cling to her folds.
Padma moaned again, longer this time.
“Ahhn…”
Her fingers curled against his chest. Her thighs trembled slightly on either side of his hips. The feeling of his cock head pushing against her through her panties was intense. Her pussy clenched hard, and more wetness leaked out, soaking the fabric even further.
Dev groaned deeply. The sound rumbled from his chest.
“Fuck… you’re so wet…”
He kept the pressure slow and steady. His hands stayed on her waist, holding her in place as he pushed the head of his cock upward. Because her panties were completely soaked and stretched tight from all the grinding, the thick tip began to push the fabric slightly inside her along with it. The wet material stretched around the head of his dick as he pressed forward.
The only thing separating them was her soaked panty.
Every time he pushed up, the head of his cock nudged deeper against her covered entrance. The fabric was so wet that it had become almost see-through. Dev could feel the heat of her pussy through it. He could feel how her folds were parting slightly around the pressure.
Padma’s moans were becoming more frequent and breathy.
“Haa… ahh… mmh…”
Her hips moved in small, helpless circles. She was no longer just grinding — she was pressing herself down against him, chasing the pressure. Her soaked panty was being pushed deeper between her folds with every slow thrust of his hips.
Dev’s jaw was tight. He could feel how hot and slippery she was even through the thin fabric. The head of his cock was now pressing firmly against her entrance, stretching the soaked panty into her. He stayed like that for a long moment, just applying steady pressure without forcing it.
Then, slowly, he moved one hand.
He kept one hand on her waist while the other began to slide downward. His palm moved over the soft, warm skin of her lower stomach. His fingers traced the curve of her waist, then continued lower, feeling the smooth texture of her skin. Padma’s stomach trembled under his touch. She could feel every inch of his hand moving down her body.
His fingers finally reached the waistband of her black panty.
He hooked two fingers underneath the soaked fabric on one side.
Padma’s reaction was instant.
Her hands left his chest and grabbed his wrist. Her fingers wrapped around his hand, trying to stop him from moving her panty. But the resistance was weak — barely there. Her grip was trembling, uncertain. She was breathing hard, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she looked down at him with conflicted eyes.
Dev didn’t stop.
He looked up at her face as he slowly, deliberately pulled the side of her panty aside. The soaked fabric stretched and moved away from her pussy. Cool air touched her bare, wet folds for the first time. Her pussy was glistening, swollen, and dripping. Strings of her juices stretched between her folds and the fabric as he pulled it to the side.
Then, with one slow, careful push upward, Dev pressed the thick head of his cock directly against her bare entrance.
The electric feeling that shot through both of them was overwhelming.
Dev let out a deep, guttural growl from deep in his chest.
“Fuuuuck…”
Padma’s moan was loud and broken. Her voice cracked with the intensity of it.
“Ahhhn—!”
Her eyes fluttered half-closed. Her mouth fell open, lips parted as another long moan spilled out. Her face looked completely lost — eyes glassy, mouth open, cheeks flushed deep red. The feeling of his bare, thick cock head pressing directly against her wet entrance was too much. Her pussy clenched hard around nothing, more juices leaking out and coating the head of his dick.
Dev stayed still for a long moment, just letting the swollen tip rest against her entrance. He could feel how hot and tight she was. Her pussy was fluttering against him, trying to suck him in. The head of his cock was already slick with her wetness.
Then he tried to push forward.
The thick head started to stretch her entrance, but everything was so wet and slippery that his cock slipped upward instead. It slid along her folds and bumped against her swollen clit. The sudden friction made Padma moan sharply.
“Ahh—!”
Dev groaned in frustration, his hand tightening on her waist. He adjusted his angle carefully, lining himself up again. This time, he pressed the head of his cock more firmly and deliberately against her entrance.
This time, it didn’t slip.
He began to push upward slowly.
Inch by inch, the thick head of his cock stretched her tight entrance and sank inside her. Padma’s walls gripped him tightly as he entered. The feeling of her hot, wet pussy enveloping the head of his cock made Dev groan deeply.
“Shit… you’re gripping me so hard…”
Padma’s moan was long and shaky. Her voice trembled with every word.
“Haaah… ahhn… Dev… it’s… stretching me…”
Her hands had moved back to his chest, gripping him tightly. Her thighs were shaking on either side of his hips. Her pussy stretched around the thick head of his cock, the sensation intense and overwhelming. She could feel every inch of him as he slowly pushed deeper.
Dev didn’t rush.
He kept pushing upward in slow, controlled movements. His cock sank deeper into her, her soaked walls stretching and gripping every inch of him. Her juices made everything slippery, but she was still incredibly tight. Every time he pushed in a little more, her pussy clenched hard around him.
Padma’s moans were continuous now. They came out broken and helpless with every inch he gave her.
“Ahh… haaah… mmmh… it’s too thick… ahhn…”
Her head was tilted slightly back, her mouth open, eyes half-closed in overwhelming pleasure. Her breasts rose and fell rapidly inside her bra. A thin layer of sweat covered her skin, making it shine under the lights.
Dev kept going until he was buried completely inside her.
His entire cock was now deep inside her tight, dripping pussy. His hips were pressed flush against hers. He could feel her walls pulsing and clenching around his full length. The heat and tightness of her was almost too much.
He let out a long, deep groan.
“Fuck… Padma…”
Padma’s moan was loud and broken. Her body trembled on top of him.
“Ahhhhh—!”
Her pussy spasmed around his cock, gripping him tightly. She could feel how deep he was, how completely he was stretching and filling her. Her hands were still on his chest, fingers curled into his skin.
For a long time, neither of them moved.
Dev stayed buried deep inside her, his hands gripping her waist. Padma stayed straddling him, her upper body exposed, her soaked panty still pulled to one side, the bedsheet gathered around her waist. Her pussy kept clenching and fluttering around his cock in small, involuntary spasms.
Dev’s breathing was rough and heavy. He could feel every tiny movement of her walls around him. Her pussy was so wet and hot that it felt like it was trying to pull him even deeper.
Padma’s face was still lost in pleasure. Her eyes were half-closed, her mouth slightly open as soft, shaky breaths escaped her. Every time her pussy clenched around him, a small moan slipped from her lips.
“Mmmh… haah…”
Dev slowly moved one hand from her waist and brought it up to her face. He brushed his thumb gently across her lower lip. His other hand stayed on her waist, holding her in place as he remained buried inside her.
The camera was still rolling.
Kumar hadn’t said cut.
And neither of them seemed to care anymore.
They stayed like that for a long time — Dev’s thick cock buried completely inside Padma’s tight, dripping pussy, her upper body exposed and trembling on top of him, both of them completely lost in the overwhelming sensation of being connected so deeply.
Padma’s pussy continued to clench and flutter around him. Every small movement sent sparks of pleasure through both of them. Dev’s cock throbbed inside her, and every throb made her moan softly.
Neither of them wanted to move.
They just stayed there, breathing hard, bodies joined, lost in the moment.

[ShadeX]

Very hot.

[Hakari77]

Dev stayed buried deep inside Padma, his thick cock completely buried in her tight pussy. He could feel her warm, wet walls pulsing around him. Fuck… this is easily the best pussy I’ve had in a long time, he thought to himself. The way she gripped him — tight, hot, and dripping — was driving him crazy. He had fucked many women before, but something about Padma felt different. Maybe it was because she was Rakesh’s wife. The thought of fucking his friend’s traditional, innocent wife made the pleasure even more intense.

Padma’s hands rested on his chest, but her mind was in complete chaos. This is wrong… this is so wrong. She could still feel him throbbing inside her. Her body was reacting on its own, her pussy clenching around his cock even though her mind was screaming at her to stop. She thought of Rakesh at home, waiting for her. What am I doing? Tears of shame stung her eyes, but at the same time, the feeling of being stretched and filled was making her weak.
Dev looked up at her with a dark smirk.
“You feel that?” he said in a low voice. “You’re gripping me so fucking tight, Padma.”
She didn’t reply. Instead, she tried to lift herself, but Dev’s hands tightened around her waist and pulled her back down forcefully. His cock pushed even deeper.
“Ahh—!” A sharp moan escaped her before she could control it.
Dev’s grip didn’t loosen. She’s trying to run, but her pussy doesn’t want to let go, he thought. The way her walls squeezed him made him even harder.
From the side, Kumar’s calm voice came, “Good… keep going, Dev. Take control.”
Dev didn’t waste time. He suddenly sat up and flipped Padma onto her back in one swift motion. Before she could react properly, he grabbed both her wrists and pinned them above her head.
“Sir… wait—” Padma’s voice trembled. She tried to free her hands, but his grip was too strong.
Dev ignored her. He grabbed his cock and rubbed the thick head against her wet entrance before thrusting deep inside her again.
“Ahhn—!” Padma cried out as he filled her completely. Her back arched off the bed.
Dev started fucking her with hard, deep strokes. Every thrust made a wet sound as his cock moved in and out of her soaked pussy. He looked down at her face and felt a rush of satisfaction. This is the best. Rakesh’s wife… moaning under me like this.
“Fuck… you’re dripping,” he groaned. “Your pussy is sucking me in so good.”
Padma turned her face away, biting her lip hard to stop her moans. But every deep thrust forced a sound out of her.
“Haa… ahh… slow down, Sir…” she pleaded, her voice weak.
Dev leaned closer to her ear while still thrusting. “Why should I slow down? Your pussy is getting tighter every time I go deep. It wants this.”
He grabbed her thighs and pushed them back, folding her legs and going even deeper. The new angle made Padma’s eyes widen.
“Ahhhn—! Sir… please… it’s too deep…”
Her mind was screaming at her to resist, but her body was betraying her badly. Every time Dev’s cock hit deep inside her, a wave of unwanted pleasure shot through her. This is wrong… I shouldn’t be feeling like this… But her pussy kept clenching around him.
Kumar’s voice came again. “Excellent. Don’t hold back, Padma.”
Dev suddenly pulled out and flipped her onto her stomach. He pulled her up onto her knees and entered her from behind in one rough thrust.
“Ahh—!” Padma moaned loudly as he started fucking her harder in this position. Her breasts swayed with every thrust.
Dev grabbed her waist tightly, pounding into her. God, this pussy is addictive, he thought. The way she felt from behind — warm, wet, and gripping him so perfectly — was better than he expected.
“You like getting fucked like this, don’t you?” Dev said between thrusts. “While your husband’s friend watches.”
Padma tried to look back at him, her voice shaky. “Don’t… don’t say that, Sir…”
But her protest melted into a moan when Dev reached forward and grabbed her hair, pulling her head back slightly.
“Kumar is right there,” Dev continued. “Watching you get fucked. And your pussy is getting even wetter.”
Padma moaned loudly, unable to stop herself. Shame burned inside her chest, but the pleasure was becoming too strong to ignore. I shouldn’t be enjoying this… I have a husband… Yet her body kept pushing back against Dev’s thrusts.
Dev let go of her hair and grabbed her shoulders, using them to fuck her even harder. Her moans grew louder and more broken.
“Ahh… ahhn… haa… Sir… too much…”
Kumar spoke again. “Put her on her back. I want to see her face.”
Dev flipped her over once more. He pushed back inside her without giving her time to breathe and started fucking her with powerful strokes. He reached down and pulled her bra down, exposing her breasts, then squeezed one roughly while thrusting.
Padma’s hands came up to his shoulders. This time, she wasn’t trying to push him away — she was holding on. Her legs had wrapped around his waist on their own.
“Look at me,” Dev ordered.
When she didn’t, he grabbed her chin and forced her to meet his eyes.
“Tell me how it feels,” he said, still moving inside her.
Padma’s eyes were filled with conflicting emotions — guilt, shame, and undeniable pleasure. Her voice came out broken.
“It… it feels too much, Sir… I can’t… this is wrong…”
“You can,” Dev growled, thrusting harder. “Your pussy is clenching around me so fucking tight. Stop pretending you don’t like it.”
He changed his rhythm, giving her short, hard thrusts that made her whole body shake. Padma’s moans turned desperate.
“Ahh—! Ahhn—! Sir… please… I’m… I’m going to…”
Her orgasm hit her suddenly and hard. Her pussy clamped down on Dev’s cock as waves of pleasure crashed through her. Her back arched and her legs tightened around him as she moaned loudly.
“Ahhhhh—!”
Dev groaned as he felt her cumming around him. He kept fucking her through her orgasm, enjoying how her pussy pulsed and squeezed him. This is the best pussy I’ve fucked in years, he thought again. The way she came — so tight and wet — made him even more determined to ruin her.
When her orgasm started to fade, Dev flipped her onto her stomach again. He lay on top of her and pushed back inside her in the prone position, fucking her with deep, grinding thrusts.
“You came so hard,” he whispered against her ear. “Your husband has no idea his wife just came on another man’s cock.”
Padma let out a weak, broken sob mixed with a moan. She buried her face in the bedsheet, overwhelmed by both pleasure and guilt. What am I doing…? Her mind kept repeating the same thought, but her body kept responding to every thrust.
Dev’s movements became rougher. He was getting close. He grabbed her hips tightly and started thrusting harder.
“I’m going to cum inside you,” he growled.
Padma’s eyes widened in panic. She tried to move, but his weight kept her pinned.
“No… Sir, please… not inside… please don’t—”
Her words were cut off as Dev pushed deep and came hard. Thick ropes of cum flooded her pussy as he groaned loudly. Padma moaned helplessly beneath him, feeling every hot spurt filling her up.
Dev stayed inside her for a long time, breathing heavily. He could feel her pussy still twitching around his cock. This woman… she’s dangerous. I’m not letting this end so easily.
Finally, he slowly pulled out. A mix of his cum and her juices leaked out of her used pussy. Padma remained lying on her stomach, trembling, her mind blank and heavy with guilt.
Kumar’s voice finally broke the silence.
“Cut.”
He walked closer to the bed, his eyes moving between both of them.
“That was very good,” he said, his voice slightly hoarse. “We got some excellent shots. Take a break for now.”
Dev got up and wiped himself, looking satisfied. As he walked past Padma, he gave her a small smirk.
Padma slowly sat up, her legs weak. She pulled her bra back up and sat on the edge of the bed. She could still feel Dev’s cum slowly leaking out of her. The guilt was crushing now that the pleasure had faded.
What have I done…?
Kumar looked at her for a moment before speaking.
“Rakesh called me,” he said casually. “He was asking about the shooting. I told him you’re working very hard.”
Padma’s heart clenched painfully at the mention of her husband.
Kumar gave her a small smile.
“Rest for some time. We might need another scene soon.”
He turned and walked out of the room, leaving Padma sitting alone with her thoughts and the sticky evidence of what just happened between her legs.
She closed her eyes, but the guilt refused to go away.

[Darkerworld23]

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