Adultery Cucking harpit

[Naruto411]

Priya leaned against the edge of the bed, her body wrapped in the soft, clinging fabric of her satin nightwear. The room was dim, shadows dancing across her skin as her husband, Harpit, knelt before her, his lips brushing against her inner thighs with a delicate, deliberate worship that sent shivers coursing up her spine. She bit her lip, glancing back at me, her "bull," with a mischievous, teasing look that was equal parts invitation and defiance.

I stepped closer, the weight of my presence commanding attention. Priya’s breath hitched as my hands found the waistband of her night pants. Slowly, deliberately, I began to peel them down, revealing inch by tantalizing inch of her smooth, golden skin. Harpit’s gaze flicked upward, his eyes wide, pupils blown with something between awe and arousal. He didn’t stop. If anything, his lips pressed harder, his tongue darting out to trace patterns against her skin, his devotion undeterred.

When the fabric fell away completely, Priyalet out a soft gasp, her body trembling as I ran a hand over her bare hips, pulling her closer against me. My fingers dug in slightly, asserting ownership as her head fell back onto my shoulder.

Harpit’s kisses grew more fervent as he worked his way upward, his mouth now trailing over her mound, his tongue daring to venture further. His movements stuttered when he felt the hard, unyielding weight of my arousal brush against him. For a split second, he froze.

Then, with an almost imperceptible sigh, he continued, his tongue slipping between Priya’s folds as I guided myself against her from behind, teasing her entrance. The heat between us was electric, the air thick with unspoken tension and forbidden lust.

Priyamoaned softly, her hand reaching back to clutch at me, urging me closer. The moment was primal, charged. As I began to slide into her, Harpit’s lips faltered once more, the tip of his tongue grazing against me as I moved. He didn’t pull away this time; instead, there was a deliberate, almost curious pressure as he continued his ministrations, his breath warm and uneven against both of us.

Her moans grew louder, filling the room as I claimed her fully, each thrust sending shockwaves through her body. Harpit’s hands gripped her thighs tightly, steadying her as he lavished her with his tongue, his movements synchronized with mine. The lines between us blurred—her pleasure, his submission, my dominance—all merging into a singular, hedonistic rhythm.

At some point, the intensity became too much, and we all paused, our breaths ragged, bodies trembling. Priyaturned her head to look at both of us, her cheeks flushed, her lips swollen from biting them too hard.

“That was... unexpected,” she said softly, her voice tinged with both excitement and trepidation. “Are we okay with this? All of us?”

Harpit wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his gaze flicking between me and his wife. His face was a mix of uncertainty and yearning, but he nodded slowly. “If you’re happy, I’m happy,” he said, though his voice wavered slightly.

I leaned in, my hand brushing against his shoulder in a gesture that was both reassuring and possessive. “It only works if we’re all on the same page,” I said, my tone low and steady.

Priyareached for his hand, squeezing it tightly. “Harpit, are you sure? I need to know you’re okay. This is... a lot.”

He exhaled deeply, a small, nervous smile playing on his lips. “I think... I want this. For us. For you.”

She smiled, her eyes softening as she leaned down to kiss him tenderly. When she pulled back, she turned to me, her gaze now burning with renewed determination. “Then let’s do this. Together.”

And so, we dove back in, the night unraveling into a symphony of shared desires and newfound boundaries explored