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Their eyes locked, and the tension in the room was palpable. Salman's face was a mask of surprise and desire, his cock standing proud and fully exposed. Mom's cheeks were flushed, her eyes wide with a mix of horror and fascination. Time seemed to stand still as they stared at each other, both aware of the inevitable. Then, as if drawn by an unseen force, Mom leaned in, and their lips met in a clumsy, passionate kiss. It was unlike any kiss she had ever experienced before - a kiss filled with the raw, primal need that comes from knowing you're about to do something you shouldn't. Salman's hand found its way to the back of her neck, his fingers entangling in her wet hair as he deepened the kiss, exploring the softness of her mouth with his tongue. Mom's hands, shaking with nerves, began to roam over his chest, her fingers tracing the contours of his muscles.
The kiss grew more intense, their bodies pressing together on the bed, the towel that had once covered Salman's waist now a forgotten memory. Mom could feel the heat from his cock against her stomach, and she knew she had to taste it, had to know what it felt like. Her hand tentatively made its way down to his cock, her fingers wrapping around the thick girth. She was surprised at how easily it filled her palm, and she began to stroke it, feeling the velvety skin move under her touch. Salman groaned into her mouth, his hips bucking slightly at the contact. He pulled away, panting, and looked at her with a question in his eyes. She nodded, her own desire overwhelming any shred of decency she had left. He took a moment to appreciate the sight of her naked body, the water from her shower still glistening on her skin, before guiding himself to her mouth. She opened her lips, and he slid in, filling her mouth with his thickness. She gagged a little at first, unused to such a size, but she took a deep breath and took more of him, her eyes watering as she tried to accommodate his length. Salman's hand was on the back of her head, guiding her movements, as she bobbed up and down, her cheeks hollowing with each suck. She could feel him getting harder with each stroke, and she knew he was close.
But before he could reach his peak, Mom pushed him back, her own desires taking over. She straddled him, her pussy wet with anticipation. Salman looked up at her with a mix of shock and lust, his cock standing tall and proud. She reached down, her hand trembling as she guided it to her entrance. She took a deep breath and, with one swift motion, impaled herself on him. She screamed out as he filled her completely, stretching her to the limits of what she thought was possible. The pain was intense, but it was quickly replaced by a feeling of fullness and pleasure she had never experienced before. She began to move, her hips rocking back and forth, her pussy tightening around his cock. Salman's hands found her hips, helping her set a rhythm that soon had them both panting and moaning. She threw her head back, her breasts bouncing with each thrust, the sensation of his cock inside her driving her wild.
They fucked with a ferocity that seemed to shake the very foundations of the house. Each thrust brought Mom closer to the edge, and she could feel Salman's cock swelling even more within her. The room was filled with the sounds of their passion - the slap of skin against skin, the wet sounds of her pussy taking him in, and their muffled cries of pleasure. It was as if they were in a world of their own, oblivious to anything but the moment. And when she finally came, her body shuddering and convulsing around his cock, she knew that nothing would ever be the same again.
They lay in the bed, the heat of their passion still palpable in the room, the smell of sex lingering in the air. The light from the bedside lamp cast a warm glow over their sweat-slicked bodies, revealing every curve and contour as they panted for breath. Mom looked down at Salman, her eyes filled with a mix of guilt and insatiable desire. She knew she should be ashamed, but she couldn't tear herself away from the feeling of his cock still pulsing inside her. With a final, lingering kiss, she slid off him and stood up, her legs wobbly from the intense pleasure. She walked to the bathroom, the towel hanging loosely around her waist, and turned on the shower, letting the hot water cascade down onto her body. She stepped into the shower cubicle, the water hitting her skin with a hiss, and let out a sigh of relief as the heat washed over her.
Salman, unable to resist the open door, followed her in, his own need still not sated. The sight of Mom's naked body in the shower was too much for him to bear, and he stepped in behind her, his cock already hardening again. She looked over her shoulder at him, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and excitement. He reached for her, his hand caressing her waist, and she didn't pull away. Instead, she leaned into his touch, her body craving more of what he had given her.
The shower was tight, and their bodies pressed against each other under the hot spray. His hands roamed her body, reacquainting themselves with the curves and valleys they had just explored. He cupped her breasts, squeezing them gently, and she gasped as his thumbs flicked her hardened nipples. She reached behind her, her hand finding his cock, which grew in her grasp. He stepped closer, his chest pressing against her back as he whispered in her ear, "You're so beautiful."
Mom felt a shiver run down her spine, and she knew she was lost to the moment. She bent forward slightly, her hand guiding his cock to her pussy, which was already begging for more. He entered her from behind, filling her up in one smooth stroke, and she moaned, her head falling back against his shoulder. The water sluiced over them, mingling with their cries of pleasure as they found a rhythm that matched the pounding of the water on the tiles. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure through her body, and she could feel herself building to another orgasm.
Salman's hands moved to her hips, holding her in place as he drove into her, his own breathing growing ragged. The water washed away the evidence of their encounter, but the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of her was etched into her mind, a memory she knew she'd never forget. Her hand found the wall for support as she pushed back against him, meeting him stroke for stroke. The shower had become a steamy cocoon of passion, a place where their bodies were free to do as they wished without the constraints of the outside world.
Their movements grew more frenzied, the sound of the water drowning out their cries. Mom's pussy tightened around Salman's cock, and she knew she was close. He reached around, his thumb finding her clit, and began to rub it in slow, deliberate circles. She moaned louder, her body trembling as she approached the edge. And then, with a final, powerful thrust, she came, her muscles clenching around him as he followed her over the precipice, filling her with his warmth.
Salman stepped out of the shower, his eyes dark with passion as he looked at Mom. He didn't say a word as he scooped her up into his arms, carrying her to the bed as if she were a precious treasure. The coolness of the shower made her shiver, her wet skin sticking to his as he laid her down gently on the bed. She watched him, her chest heaving with anticipation as he toweled off, his muscles rippling with every movement. When he was done, he tossed the towel aside and climbed onto the bed, his cock still standing at attention despite their recent escapade. Mom couldn't believe what was happening, but she also couldn't find it in herself to resist. He positioned himself over her, and she felt the tip of his cock brush against her entrance, sending shivers of anticipation through her body. He slammed into her without warning, and she gasped at the sudden fullness, her nails digging into his back. He began to pound her with a ferocity she had never felt before, his hips moving with a primal rhythm that seemed to tap into some ancient, carnal instinct within her. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper, urging him on as he claimed her in a way that no one ever had. She could feel every inch of him, and it was as if they had become one being, moving in perfect harmony to the beat of their shared lust. The bed creaked under their weight, the headboard banging against the wall in time with their frenzied movements. Sweat dripped from their bodies, mingling with the water from their shower, creating a slick sheen that only added to the intensity of their encounter. Mom threw her head back, her moans echoing through the room, as Salman's thick cock plunged in and out of her with a relentless force. She could feel another orgasm building, and she knew it was going to be even more powerful than the last. She didn't know how much more she could take, but she also knew she didn't want it to end. Her eyes locked with his, and she saw the same need reflected there, the same desire that had taken them both by storm. They were lost in the moment, in the heat of their passion, and nothing else mattered but the feel of their bodies joined together, the sweet friction that was driving them both to the brink of ecstasy. And when she finally came, her whole body convulsing around him, she knew she had never felt more alive, more wanted, more... alive. Salman groaned, his own orgasm following hers, and he emptied himself inside her with a final, powerful thrust. They lay there, panting and trembling, their hearts racing as they tried to come to terms with what had just happened. But for now, all that mattered was the feeling of his cock still buried inside her, the warmth of his cum filling her, and the knowledge that she had given herself to this stranger in the most intimate way possible.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity of passionate exertion, the AC technician Salman finished repairing the unit. As he packed up his tools, Mom couldn't help but feel a sense of regret and longing for the intense intimacy they had just shared. She walked over to him, her eyes downcast, trying to compose herself. "Thank you so much, Salman," she said, her voice shaky. "You've saved me from this unbearable heat."
Salman looked up at her, his eyes filled with a hunger that hadn't been satiated. He knew he had to leave, but he also knew that this moment might never come again. He stepped closer to her, closing the gap between them, and placed his hand on her cheek, gently tilting her face up to meet his gaze. "You're welcome, Nisha," he murmured, his voice low and gruff.
Before she could say another word, his lips were on hers, pressing firmly and hungrily. Mom's eyes fluttered closed as she melted into the kiss, her body responding instinctively to his touch. His tongue sought hers, exploring her mouth with the same fiery passion they had just shared in the bedroom. His other hand wrapped around her waist, pulling her tightly against him, the bulge in his pants a testament to his desire for more.
The kiss grew more intense, their tongues dancing together as if they were trying to convey every unspoken word and feeling. It was a kiss that spoke of lust and longing, of a connection that had been forged in the heat of the moment. They both knew that it was wrong, that they had crossed a line that could never be uncrossed. But in that brief instant, none of it mattered.
As they broke apart, both gasping for air, Salman whispered, "I'll never forget you, Nisha." With one final, lingering kiss, he released her and picked up his toolkit, heading for the door. She watched him go, her body still humming with the aftershocks of pleasure. As the door clicked shut behind him, she realized that she had just experienced something she never thought she would, something she never wanted to admit to herself that she needed. And she knew that she would never be the same again.
The kiss grew more intense, their bodies pressing together on the bed, the towel that had once covered Salman's waist now a forgotten memory. Mom could feel the heat from his cock against her stomach, and she knew she had to taste it, had to know what it felt like. Her hand tentatively made its way down to his cock, her fingers wrapping around the thick girth. She was surprised at how easily it filled her palm, and she began to stroke it, feeling the velvety skin move under her touch. Salman groaned into her mouth, his hips bucking slightly at the contact. He pulled away, panting, and looked at her with a question in his eyes. She nodded, her own desire overwhelming any shred of decency she had left. He took a moment to appreciate the sight of her naked body, the water from her shower still glistening on her skin, before guiding himself to her mouth. She opened her lips, and he slid in, filling her mouth with his thickness. She gagged a little at first, unused to such a size, but she took a deep breath and took more of him, her eyes watering as she tried to accommodate his length. Salman's hand was on the back of her head, guiding her movements, as she bobbed up and down, her cheeks hollowing with each suck. She could feel him getting harder with each stroke, and she knew he was close.
But before he could reach his peak, Mom pushed him back, her own desires taking over. She straddled him, her pussy wet with anticipation. Salman looked up at her with a mix of shock and lust, his cock standing tall and proud. She reached down, her hand trembling as she guided it to her entrance. She took a deep breath and, with one swift motion, impaled herself on him. She screamed out as he filled her completely, stretching her to the limits of what she thought was possible. The pain was intense, but it was quickly replaced by a feeling of fullness and pleasure she had never experienced before. She began to move, her hips rocking back and forth, her pussy tightening around his cock. Salman's hands found her hips, helping her set a rhythm that soon had them both panting and moaning. She threw her head back, her breasts bouncing with each thrust, the sensation of his cock inside her driving her wild.
They fucked with a ferocity that seemed to shake the very foundations of the house. Each thrust brought Mom closer to the edge, and she could feel Salman's cock swelling even more within her. The room was filled with the sounds of their passion - the slap of skin against skin, the wet sounds of her pussy taking him in, and their muffled cries of pleasure. It was as if they were in a world of their own, oblivious to anything but the moment. And when she finally came, her body shuddering and convulsing around his cock, she knew that nothing would ever be the same again.
They lay in the bed, the heat of their passion still palpable in the room, the smell of sex lingering in the air. The light from the bedside lamp cast a warm glow over their sweat-slicked bodies, revealing every curve and contour as they panted for breath. Mom looked down at Salman, her eyes filled with a mix of guilt and insatiable desire. She knew she should be ashamed, but she couldn't tear herself away from the feeling of his cock still pulsing inside her. With a final, lingering kiss, she slid off him and stood up, her legs wobbly from the intense pleasure. She walked to the bathroom, the towel hanging loosely around her waist, and turned on the shower, letting the hot water cascade down onto her body. She stepped into the shower cubicle, the water hitting her skin with a hiss, and let out a sigh of relief as the heat washed over her.
Salman, unable to resist the open door, followed her in, his own need still not sated. The sight of Mom's naked body in the shower was too much for him to bear, and he stepped in behind her, his cock already hardening again. She looked over her shoulder at him, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and excitement. He reached for her, his hand caressing her waist, and she didn't pull away. Instead, she leaned into his touch, her body craving more of what he had given her.
The shower was tight, and their bodies pressed against each other under the hot spray. His hands roamed her body, reacquainting themselves with the curves and valleys they had just explored. He cupped her breasts, squeezing them gently, and she gasped as his thumbs flicked her hardened nipples. She reached behind her, her hand finding his cock, which grew in her grasp. He stepped closer, his chest pressing against her back as he whispered in her ear, "You're so beautiful."
Mom felt a shiver run down her spine, and she knew she was lost to the moment. She bent forward slightly, her hand guiding his cock to her pussy, which was already begging for more. He entered her from behind, filling her up in one smooth stroke, and she moaned, her head falling back against his shoulder. The water sluiced over them, mingling with their cries of pleasure as they found a rhythm that matched the pounding of the water on the tiles. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure through her body, and she could feel herself building to another orgasm.
Salman's hands moved to her hips, holding her in place as he drove into her, his own breathing growing ragged. The water washed away the evidence of their encounter, but the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of her was etched into her mind, a memory she knew she'd never forget. Her hand found the wall for support as she pushed back against him, meeting him stroke for stroke. The shower had become a steamy cocoon of passion, a place where their bodies were free to do as they wished without the constraints of the outside world.
Their movements grew more frenzied, the sound of the water drowning out their cries. Mom's pussy tightened around Salman's cock, and she knew she was close. He reached around, his thumb finding her clit, and began to rub it in slow, deliberate circles. She moaned louder, her body trembling as she approached the edge. And then, with a final, powerful thrust, she came, her muscles clenching around him as he followed her over the precipice, filling her with his warmth.
Salman stepped out of the shower, his eyes dark with passion as he looked at Mom. He didn't say a word as he scooped her up into his arms, carrying her to the bed as if she were a precious treasure. The coolness of the shower made her shiver, her wet skin sticking to his as he laid her down gently on the bed. She watched him, her chest heaving with anticipation as he toweled off, his muscles rippling with every movement. When he was done, he tossed the towel aside and climbed onto the bed, his cock still standing at attention despite their recent escapade. Mom couldn't believe what was happening, but she also couldn't find it in herself to resist. He positioned himself over her, and she felt the tip of his cock brush against her entrance, sending shivers of anticipation through her body. He slammed into her without warning, and she gasped at the sudden fullness, her nails digging into his back. He began to pound her with a ferocity she had never felt before, his hips moving with a primal rhythm that seemed to tap into some ancient, carnal instinct within her. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper, urging him on as he claimed her in a way that no one ever had. She could feel every inch of him, and it was as if they had become one being, moving in perfect harmony to the beat of their shared lust. The bed creaked under their weight, the headboard banging against the wall in time with their frenzied movements. Sweat dripped from their bodies, mingling with the water from their shower, creating a slick sheen that only added to the intensity of their encounter. Mom threw her head back, her moans echoing through the room, as Salman's thick cock plunged in and out of her with a relentless force. She could feel another orgasm building, and she knew it was going to be even more powerful than the last. She didn't know how much more she could take, but she also knew she didn't want it to end. Her eyes locked with his, and she saw the same need reflected there, the same desire that had taken them both by storm. They were lost in the moment, in the heat of their passion, and nothing else mattered but the feel of their bodies joined together, the sweet friction that was driving them both to the brink of ecstasy. And when she finally came, her whole body convulsing around him, she knew she had never felt more alive, more wanted, more... alive. Salman groaned, his own orgasm following hers, and he emptied himself inside her with a final, powerful thrust. They lay there, panting and trembling, their hearts racing as they tried to come to terms with what had just happened. But for now, all that mattered was the feeling of his cock still buried inside her, the warmth of his cum filling her, and the knowledge that she had given herself to this stranger in the most intimate way possible.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity of passionate exertion, the AC technician Salman finished repairing the unit. As he packed up his tools, Mom couldn't help but feel a sense of regret and longing for the intense intimacy they had just shared. She walked over to him, her eyes downcast, trying to compose herself. "Thank you so much, Salman," she said, her voice shaky. "You've saved me from this unbearable heat."
Salman looked up at her, his eyes filled with a hunger that hadn't been satiated. He knew he had to leave, but he also knew that this moment might never come again. He stepped closer to her, closing the gap between them, and placed his hand on her cheek, gently tilting her face up to meet his gaze. "You're welcome, Nisha," he murmured, his voice low and gruff.
Before she could say another word, his lips were on hers, pressing firmly and hungrily. Mom's eyes fluttered closed as she melted into the kiss, her body responding instinctively to his touch. His tongue sought hers, exploring her mouth with the same fiery passion they had just shared in the bedroom. His other hand wrapped around her waist, pulling her tightly against him, the bulge in his pants a testament to his desire for more.
The kiss grew more intense, their tongues dancing together as if they were trying to convey every unspoken word and feeling. It was a kiss that spoke of lust and longing, of a connection that had been forged in the heat of the moment. They both knew that it was wrong, that they had crossed a line that could never be uncrossed. But in that brief instant, none of it mattered.
As they broke apart, both gasping for air, Salman whispered, "I'll never forget you, Nisha." With one final, lingering kiss, he released her and picked up his toolkit, heading for the door. She watched him go, her body still humming with the aftershocks of pleasure. As the door clicked shut behind him, she realized that she had just experienced something she never thought she would, something she never wanted to admit to herself that she needed. And she knew that she would never be the same again.
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