31-01-2025, 08:17 AM
I watched, transfixed, as Harpreet reached out, his large hand cupping Aradhya's face. She leaned into his touch, her eyes fluttering closed. Then, in one swift motion, he pulled her against him, claiming her mouth in a searing kiss. She melted into him, her hands coming up to grip his muscular arms. The kiss deepened, becoming more passionate, more primal. I could almost hear the soft moans I knew my gorgeous, once devoted wife must be making.
The low-class plumber’s hands roamed over my wife’s luscious body, one tangling in her hair while the other slid down to cup her ass. He pulled her even closer, grinding against her. Even through the grainy video feed, I could see the bulge in his work pants pressing against her stomach. They soon broke apart, both breathing heavily. Harpreet said something, a cocky grin on his face. Aradhya laughed, then started to lead him toward the bedroom. But Harpreet had other ideas. He grabbed her wrist, pulling her back to him. With a quick movement, he spun her around, pressing her against the living room wall. His large hands fumbled with the tie of her robe, finally managing to undo it. The pink fabric fell open, revealing what was underneath.
My breath caught in my throat.
Aradhya was wearing a tiny red bikini that left little to the imagination. The top barely contained her ample breasts, the soft curves spilling out on either side. The bottom was just a small triangle of fabric, hardly covering anything at all. Her dusky skin gleamed in the afternoon light, and I could see the outline of her hardened nipples through the thin material. Her full lips were painted a deep, seductive red, and her eyes were rimmed with dark kohl, giving her a smoldering, exotic look.
The dirty plumber seemed just as affected as I was. He stepped back, drinking in the sight of her. His hands clenched at his sides, as if he were physically restraining himself from touching her. Aradhya, emboldened by his reaction, let the robe slip from her shoulders entirely. It pooled at her feet, leaving her standing there in nothing but that sinfully small bikini. She said something, her red lips curving into a sultry smile. Whatever it was, it broke Harpreet's control. He surged forward, his hands gripping her waist as he lifted her effortlessly. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms locking behind his neck as he pressed her against the wall.
The brute’s mouth was everywhere - her neck, her collarbone, the swell of her breasts. His beard must have been rough against her sensitive skin, but my wife seemed to revel in it. Her back arched, pressing her body closer to his questing lips. His hands slid up her sides, pushing the tiny bikini top up and over her breasts. He palmed them roughly, his large hands making Aradhya's generous chest look almost small in comparison. His thumbs brushed over her nipples, and I watched as her mouth opened in a silent gasp of pleasure.
Not content with just touching, the brutish plumber lowered his head, taking one dark-brown nipple into his mouth. Aradhya's hands flew to his hair, holding him there as her body writhed against the wall. He lavished attention on one breast, then the other, until my wife was practically vibrating with need. Finally, he began to kiss his way down her body. His beard left a faint red trail on her skin, a visual reminder of his path. When he reached the waistband of her bikini bottoms, he looked up at her, a question in his eyes. Aradhya nodded frantically, lifting her hips in clear invitation.
Harpreet hooked his fingers under the fabric, slowly - torturously slowly - pulling it down her legs. When she was finally bare before him, he put her down, just looking at her. Even through the camera, I could see the hunger in his eyes, the way he licked his lips as his gaze roamed over her naked form. My beautiful squirmed under his scrutiny, her thighs pressing together as if seeking friction. Harpreet noticed, a wicked grin spreading across his face. His eyes flashed with primal desire as he gazed at her exposed form. Without warning, he bent down and scooped her up in his arms, one arm supporting her back while the other hooked under her knees. Aradhya let out a surprised gasp, her arms instinctively wrapping around his neck for support.
Harpreet lifted her effortlessly, cradling her naked body against his broad chest. The size difference between them was striking – my wife looked almost delicate in his muscular arms. Her soft curves pressed against his hard planes, her breasts squished against his tshirt-covered pecs. As he carried her towards the sofa, Aradhya nuzzled into his neck, her lips brushing against his pulse point. I could see her tongue dart out, tasting the salt of his skin. Harpreet's stride faltered for a moment, a low growl rumbling in his chest.
When they reached the couch, the big brute paused. Instead of setting Aradhya down immediately, he held her suspended in his arms. His biceps bulged with the effort, but he showed no sign of strain. She looked up at him, her eyes dark with lust, her lips parted in anticipation. He lowered his head, capturing my wife’s mouth in a searing kiss. Their lips moved together hungrily, tongues tangling in a sensual dance. Aradhya's hand moved to Harpreet's hair, gripping the thick strands as she deepened the kiss.
Finally, Harpreet broke away, both of them panting heavily. With exquisite slowness, he lowered Aradhya onto the sofa. Her body slid against his as he set her down, the friction eliciting a visible shudder from both of them. As soon as my wife’s back hit the cushions, Harpreet moved her in a seating position and then dropped to his knees in front of her. His hands moved to her thighs, gently but firmly spreading them apart. Aradhya didn't resist, allowing him to position her as he wanted.
Her reaction was immediate and intense. Her head fell back against the sofa-head, her hands fisting in Harpreet's hair as her mouth opened in what I was sure was a loud moan. Harpreet's head moved rhythmically, his broad shoulders flexing as he worked. Aradhya's hips bucked against his face, seeking more. She grinded against his mouth, her body trembling with pleasure. The sight was intoxicating. My wife, lost in the throes of passion, being pleasured by this burly, masculine man. I could almost taste her on my tongue, could almost feel the silky smoothness of her thighs against my cheeks.
Aradhya's movements became more frantic, her body tensing. I knew she was close. Harpreet must have sensed it too, because he redoubled his efforts. His hands gripped her ass, holding her in place as he drove her higher and higher.
When my wife finally came, it was with her entire body. Her back arched off the sofa, her thighs clamping around the brutish plumber's massive head as she shook with the force of her orgasm. Even without sound, I could practically hear her cries of ecstasy. Harpreet didn't let up though, continuing to work her through her climax until Aradhya pushed weakly at his shoulders. He stood then, his beard glistening with evidence of her pleasure. The smug satisfaction on his face made my stomach clench with a mixture of jealousy and arousal. As my wife leaned back against the sofa, catching her breath, the plumber began to undress. He pulled his tshirt over his head, revealing a torso corded with muscle and dusted with dark hair. When he removed his pants, I couldn't help but gasp at the size of him. He was huge, easily larger than me in every way. My wife's eyes widened as she took in the sight of him. It had been a while since they'd seen each other completely naked.
I watched intently as the scene continued to unfold on the silent video feed. Aradhya reached for Harpreet, her delicate hands stretching towards his muscular form. But the low-class bastard had other ideas. With swift, powerful movements, he grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head. His large, callused hands easily encircled her slender wrists as he pressed his body against hers. The contrast between them was striking. Harpreet's large, hairy form dwarfed Aradhya's smaller, smoother one. His olive skin, darkened from hours working outside, was a stark contrast to her rich caramel complexion. The muscles in his arms bulged as he held her down, while her soft curves yielded beneath him.
I could see my wife's lips moving, whispering something to that animal. At first, his brow furrowed, confusion evident on his rugged features. But gradually, a smile began to spread across his face. It started as a slight upturn of his lips, then grew into a full-blown grin that transformed his entire countenance. Without warning, he released her wrists and scooped her up in his arms again. One arm cradled her back while the other hooked under her knees, just as before, lifting her as if she weighed nothing. Aradhya's naked body pressed against his chest, her breasts squishing against his pecs. I could see Aradhya's mouth open in what must have been laughter, her head thrown back in amusement. Her arms wrapped around the brutish man's neck for support as he carried her towards the bedroom. His powerful strides ate up the distance in seconds, his muscular legs flexing with each step.
As they entered the bedroom, I noticed my wife's eyes flick briefly towards the closet where the camera was hidden. A sly smile played on her lips, and I could see the wheels turning in her mind. She arched her back, pressing her breasts more firmly against Harpreet's chest. Her lips moved again, whispering something in his ear as her fingers trailed down his spine. Harpreet's reaction was immediate. A visible shudder ran through his body, and he turned, his broad back now to the closet. He lowered Aradhya onto the bed, his large frame looming over her. But Aradhya, ever the manipulator, had other ideas. She pushed at his chest, urging him to roll over.
Harpreet allowed himself to be maneuvered, ending up on his back with Aradhya straddling his hips. From this angle, the camera had a perfect view of my wife's side, the curve of her ass and her breasts, and Harpreet's impressive erection standing proudly between them. She leaned forward, her breasts swaying tantalizingly. She peppered kisses along Harpreet's jaw, her lips moving from his chin to his ear. Her hand snuck between their bodies, wrapping around his thick shaft. Harpreet's hips bucked involuntarily, his abs clenching with the effort to stay still.
I watched as Aradhya's hand began to move, stroking the low-class plumber's gigantic veiny cock slowly. Her small hand could barely wrap fully around his girth, her fingers not quite meeting as she pumped him. Harpreet's hands came up to grip my wife's hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh hard enough to leave marks.
My wife shifted her position, sliding down Harpreet's body with feline grace. Her dusky skin glowed in the dim light, a stark contrast against the white sheets. She trailed kisses down his chest, her full lips leaving a glistening path on his skin. Her tongue darted out, circling one of his nipples before she gently nipped it with her teeth. Harpreet's body jerked in response, his hands fisting in the sheets. Aradhya continued her descent, her breasts brushing against his abs as she moved lower. She dipped her tongue into his navel, eliciting a visible shudder from the big man.
Finally, she reached her target. Aradhya's eyes flicked up to meet Harpreet's, a mischievous glint in them as she hovered over his impressive erection. Her breath ghosted over the sensitive head, causing it to twitch in anticipation. With deliberate slowness, my wife extended her tongue, lapping at the pre-cum beading at the tip. Harpreet's hips bucked involuntarily, seeking more contact. Aradhya placed a firm hand on his thigh, attempting to hold him in place as she continued her teasing ministrations. She swirled her tongue around the head, tracing the ridge with meticulous attention. Then, without warning, she took him into her mouth. Her lips stretched wide to accommodate his girth, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked.
Harpreet's reaction was immediate and intense. His back arched off the bed, a silent groan visible in the way his mouth opened and his eyes squeezed shut. His hand moved to Aradhya's head, fingers tangling in her dark hair. Aradhya began to bob her head, taking him deeper with each downward motion. Her hand wrapped around the base of his cock, stroking what she couldn't fit in her mouth. The camera captured every detail - the way her lips glistened with saliva, the bulge in her cheek as the head of his cock pushed against it, the flutter of her eyelashes as she looked up at the brutish low-class plumber through hooded eyes.
In my office bathroom cubicle, I watched with my heart pounding in my chest. My phone screen illuminated my face, and I tried to steady my breath to mask the growing arousal stirring deep within him. A mix of disbelief and envy twisted in my gut as I watched my gorgeous, once devoted wife indulge in another man. I shifted uncomfortably on the cold toilet seat, feeling the heat rise in my ass cheeks. I couldn't look away as my wife's delicate form bobbed rhythmically, clearly lost in the moment, wanting to please this monster of a man. Every lick, every stroke, every bump of her cheek on Harpreet's length was a dagger to my pride, but also a tantalizing glimpse into a world I had, until now, only imagined with a mix of dread and curiosity. I couldn't help but wonder—would she ever look at me like that again? Would I ever taste the same flavor of fire that the low-class plumber was enjoying now?
As these things crossed my mind, Aradhya increased her pace, her head moving faster as she sucked him with obvious enthusiasm. Her free hand cupped his balls, rolling them gently in her palm. Harpreet's hips began to move, thrusting shallowly into her mouth. Just when it seemed that brute couldn't take anymore, she pulled back. A string of saliva connected her lips to the tip of his cock for a moment before breaking. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, a satisfied smirk playing on her swollen lips.
Aradhya resisted as Harpreet tried to pull her down onto him. Instead, she got off of him for a second and reached over to the nightstand, fumbling in the drawer for a moment before extracting a foil packet. With a sly grin, she tore it open with her teeth, then slowly rolled the condom down his throbbing cock, her fingers stroking his length teasingly. She then straddled him again and gradually lifted herself up, positioning his cock at her entrance.
I noticed the way she hesitated, her body instinctively trying to resist the intensity of what was coming. I could see her bite her lip, a flutter of uncertainty shown through her sultry facade. Slowly, torturously, she began to sink down onto him. Her brows knitted as she lowered herself, inching down slowly, her breath quickening. Each tantalizing movement made my heart race as I imagined the sensations they shared — with her walls stretching around the immense girth beneath her. The way she fought to accommodate him was evident; her body quivered, muscles contracting instinctively as they grappled with the overwhelming size. The sight of her struggling to take him completely sent a raw thrill down my spine, igniting a pang of jealousy mixed with deep-seated desire. I could see her wince slightly; she was battling her own pleasure and discomfort, each slow glide heightened by the exquisite tension that tore at the fabric of their connection.
I felt myself getting lost in the moment. The fantasy of being part of this world danced just out of reach, and I yearned to step in, to share in their unholy union, knowing full well it was taboo. Soon, her back arched, giving the camera a perfect view as Harpreet's massive length disappeared gradually into her wet heat. Aradhya's mouth opened once again in a silent gasp, her head thrown back in ecstasy. I could almost hear her moans in my head as the brute's manhood stretched her. His hands tightened on her hips, guiding her movements as she started to ride him. My wife braced her hands on his chest, her nails raking through the dark hair there. She rolled her hips, grinding down on him in a way that had Harpreet's jaw clenching, his eyes squeezing shut in pleasure.
The low-class plumber’s hands roamed over my wife’s luscious body, one tangling in her hair while the other slid down to cup her ass. He pulled her even closer, grinding against her. Even through the grainy video feed, I could see the bulge in his work pants pressing against her stomach. They soon broke apart, both breathing heavily. Harpreet said something, a cocky grin on his face. Aradhya laughed, then started to lead him toward the bedroom. But Harpreet had other ideas. He grabbed her wrist, pulling her back to him. With a quick movement, he spun her around, pressing her against the living room wall. His large hands fumbled with the tie of her robe, finally managing to undo it. The pink fabric fell open, revealing what was underneath.
My breath caught in my throat.
Aradhya was wearing a tiny red bikini that left little to the imagination. The top barely contained her ample breasts, the soft curves spilling out on either side. The bottom was just a small triangle of fabric, hardly covering anything at all. Her dusky skin gleamed in the afternoon light, and I could see the outline of her hardened nipples through the thin material. Her full lips were painted a deep, seductive red, and her eyes were rimmed with dark kohl, giving her a smoldering, exotic look.
The dirty plumber seemed just as affected as I was. He stepped back, drinking in the sight of her. His hands clenched at his sides, as if he were physically restraining himself from touching her. Aradhya, emboldened by his reaction, let the robe slip from her shoulders entirely. It pooled at her feet, leaving her standing there in nothing but that sinfully small bikini. She said something, her red lips curving into a sultry smile. Whatever it was, it broke Harpreet's control. He surged forward, his hands gripping her waist as he lifted her effortlessly. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms locking behind his neck as he pressed her against the wall.
The brute’s mouth was everywhere - her neck, her collarbone, the swell of her breasts. His beard must have been rough against her sensitive skin, but my wife seemed to revel in it. Her back arched, pressing her body closer to his questing lips. His hands slid up her sides, pushing the tiny bikini top up and over her breasts. He palmed them roughly, his large hands making Aradhya's generous chest look almost small in comparison. His thumbs brushed over her nipples, and I watched as her mouth opened in a silent gasp of pleasure.
Not content with just touching, the brutish plumber lowered his head, taking one dark-brown nipple into his mouth. Aradhya's hands flew to his hair, holding him there as her body writhed against the wall. He lavished attention on one breast, then the other, until my wife was practically vibrating with need. Finally, he began to kiss his way down her body. His beard left a faint red trail on her skin, a visual reminder of his path. When he reached the waistband of her bikini bottoms, he looked up at her, a question in his eyes. Aradhya nodded frantically, lifting her hips in clear invitation.
Harpreet hooked his fingers under the fabric, slowly - torturously slowly - pulling it down her legs. When she was finally bare before him, he put her down, just looking at her. Even through the camera, I could see the hunger in his eyes, the way he licked his lips as his gaze roamed over her naked form. My beautiful squirmed under his scrutiny, her thighs pressing together as if seeking friction. Harpreet noticed, a wicked grin spreading across his face. His eyes flashed with primal desire as he gazed at her exposed form. Without warning, he bent down and scooped her up in his arms, one arm supporting her back while the other hooked under her knees. Aradhya let out a surprised gasp, her arms instinctively wrapping around his neck for support.
Harpreet lifted her effortlessly, cradling her naked body against his broad chest. The size difference between them was striking – my wife looked almost delicate in his muscular arms. Her soft curves pressed against his hard planes, her breasts squished against his tshirt-covered pecs. As he carried her towards the sofa, Aradhya nuzzled into his neck, her lips brushing against his pulse point. I could see her tongue dart out, tasting the salt of his skin. Harpreet's stride faltered for a moment, a low growl rumbling in his chest.
When they reached the couch, the big brute paused. Instead of setting Aradhya down immediately, he held her suspended in his arms. His biceps bulged with the effort, but he showed no sign of strain. She looked up at him, her eyes dark with lust, her lips parted in anticipation. He lowered his head, capturing my wife’s mouth in a searing kiss. Their lips moved together hungrily, tongues tangling in a sensual dance. Aradhya's hand moved to Harpreet's hair, gripping the thick strands as she deepened the kiss.
Finally, Harpreet broke away, both of them panting heavily. With exquisite slowness, he lowered Aradhya onto the sofa. Her body slid against his as he set her down, the friction eliciting a visible shudder from both of them. As soon as my wife’s back hit the cushions, Harpreet moved her in a seating position and then dropped to his knees in front of her. His hands moved to her thighs, gently but firmly spreading them apart. Aradhya didn't resist, allowing him to position her as he wanted.
Her reaction was immediate and intense. Her head fell back against the sofa-head, her hands fisting in Harpreet's hair as her mouth opened in what I was sure was a loud moan. Harpreet's head moved rhythmically, his broad shoulders flexing as he worked. Aradhya's hips bucked against his face, seeking more. She grinded against his mouth, her body trembling with pleasure. The sight was intoxicating. My wife, lost in the throes of passion, being pleasured by this burly, masculine man. I could almost taste her on my tongue, could almost feel the silky smoothness of her thighs against my cheeks.
Aradhya's movements became more frantic, her body tensing. I knew she was close. Harpreet must have sensed it too, because he redoubled his efforts. His hands gripped her ass, holding her in place as he drove her higher and higher.
When my wife finally came, it was with her entire body. Her back arched off the sofa, her thighs clamping around the brutish plumber's massive head as she shook with the force of her orgasm. Even without sound, I could practically hear her cries of ecstasy. Harpreet didn't let up though, continuing to work her through her climax until Aradhya pushed weakly at his shoulders. He stood then, his beard glistening with evidence of her pleasure. The smug satisfaction on his face made my stomach clench with a mixture of jealousy and arousal. As my wife leaned back against the sofa, catching her breath, the plumber began to undress. He pulled his tshirt over his head, revealing a torso corded with muscle and dusted with dark hair. When he removed his pants, I couldn't help but gasp at the size of him. He was huge, easily larger than me in every way. My wife's eyes widened as she took in the sight of him. It had been a while since they'd seen each other completely naked.
I watched intently as the scene continued to unfold on the silent video feed. Aradhya reached for Harpreet, her delicate hands stretching towards his muscular form. But the low-class bastard had other ideas. With swift, powerful movements, he grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head. His large, callused hands easily encircled her slender wrists as he pressed his body against hers. The contrast between them was striking. Harpreet's large, hairy form dwarfed Aradhya's smaller, smoother one. His olive skin, darkened from hours working outside, was a stark contrast to her rich caramel complexion. The muscles in his arms bulged as he held her down, while her soft curves yielded beneath him.
I could see my wife's lips moving, whispering something to that animal. At first, his brow furrowed, confusion evident on his rugged features. But gradually, a smile began to spread across his face. It started as a slight upturn of his lips, then grew into a full-blown grin that transformed his entire countenance. Without warning, he released her wrists and scooped her up in his arms again. One arm cradled her back while the other hooked under her knees, just as before, lifting her as if she weighed nothing. Aradhya's naked body pressed against his chest, her breasts squishing against his pecs. I could see Aradhya's mouth open in what must have been laughter, her head thrown back in amusement. Her arms wrapped around the brutish man's neck for support as he carried her towards the bedroom. His powerful strides ate up the distance in seconds, his muscular legs flexing with each step.
As they entered the bedroom, I noticed my wife's eyes flick briefly towards the closet where the camera was hidden. A sly smile played on her lips, and I could see the wheels turning in her mind. She arched her back, pressing her breasts more firmly against Harpreet's chest. Her lips moved again, whispering something in his ear as her fingers trailed down his spine. Harpreet's reaction was immediate. A visible shudder ran through his body, and he turned, his broad back now to the closet. He lowered Aradhya onto the bed, his large frame looming over her. But Aradhya, ever the manipulator, had other ideas. She pushed at his chest, urging him to roll over.
Harpreet allowed himself to be maneuvered, ending up on his back with Aradhya straddling his hips. From this angle, the camera had a perfect view of my wife's side, the curve of her ass and her breasts, and Harpreet's impressive erection standing proudly between them. She leaned forward, her breasts swaying tantalizingly. She peppered kisses along Harpreet's jaw, her lips moving from his chin to his ear. Her hand snuck between their bodies, wrapping around his thick shaft. Harpreet's hips bucked involuntarily, his abs clenching with the effort to stay still.
I watched as Aradhya's hand began to move, stroking the low-class plumber's gigantic veiny cock slowly. Her small hand could barely wrap fully around his girth, her fingers not quite meeting as she pumped him. Harpreet's hands came up to grip my wife's hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh hard enough to leave marks.
My wife shifted her position, sliding down Harpreet's body with feline grace. Her dusky skin glowed in the dim light, a stark contrast against the white sheets. She trailed kisses down his chest, her full lips leaving a glistening path on his skin. Her tongue darted out, circling one of his nipples before she gently nipped it with her teeth. Harpreet's body jerked in response, his hands fisting in the sheets. Aradhya continued her descent, her breasts brushing against his abs as she moved lower. She dipped her tongue into his navel, eliciting a visible shudder from the big man.
Finally, she reached her target. Aradhya's eyes flicked up to meet Harpreet's, a mischievous glint in them as she hovered over his impressive erection. Her breath ghosted over the sensitive head, causing it to twitch in anticipation. With deliberate slowness, my wife extended her tongue, lapping at the pre-cum beading at the tip. Harpreet's hips bucked involuntarily, seeking more contact. Aradhya placed a firm hand on his thigh, attempting to hold him in place as she continued her teasing ministrations. She swirled her tongue around the head, tracing the ridge with meticulous attention. Then, without warning, she took him into her mouth. Her lips stretched wide to accommodate his girth, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked.
Harpreet's reaction was immediate and intense. His back arched off the bed, a silent groan visible in the way his mouth opened and his eyes squeezed shut. His hand moved to Aradhya's head, fingers tangling in her dark hair. Aradhya began to bob her head, taking him deeper with each downward motion. Her hand wrapped around the base of his cock, stroking what she couldn't fit in her mouth. The camera captured every detail - the way her lips glistened with saliva, the bulge in her cheek as the head of his cock pushed against it, the flutter of her eyelashes as she looked up at the brutish low-class plumber through hooded eyes.
In my office bathroom cubicle, I watched with my heart pounding in my chest. My phone screen illuminated my face, and I tried to steady my breath to mask the growing arousal stirring deep within him. A mix of disbelief and envy twisted in my gut as I watched my gorgeous, once devoted wife indulge in another man. I shifted uncomfortably on the cold toilet seat, feeling the heat rise in my ass cheeks. I couldn't look away as my wife's delicate form bobbed rhythmically, clearly lost in the moment, wanting to please this monster of a man. Every lick, every stroke, every bump of her cheek on Harpreet's length was a dagger to my pride, but also a tantalizing glimpse into a world I had, until now, only imagined with a mix of dread and curiosity. I couldn't help but wonder—would she ever look at me like that again? Would I ever taste the same flavor of fire that the low-class plumber was enjoying now?
As these things crossed my mind, Aradhya increased her pace, her head moving faster as she sucked him with obvious enthusiasm. Her free hand cupped his balls, rolling them gently in her palm. Harpreet's hips began to move, thrusting shallowly into her mouth. Just when it seemed that brute couldn't take anymore, she pulled back. A string of saliva connected her lips to the tip of his cock for a moment before breaking. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, a satisfied smirk playing on her swollen lips.
Aradhya resisted as Harpreet tried to pull her down onto him. Instead, she got off of him for a second and reached over to the nightstand, fumbling in the drawer for a moment before extracting a foil packet. With a sly grin, she tore it open with her teeth, then slowly rolled the condom down his throbbing cock, her fingers stroking his length teasingly. She then straddled him again and gradually lifted herself up, positioning his cock at her entrance.
I noticed the way she hesitated, her body instinctively trying to resist the intensity of what was coming. I could see her bite her lip, a flutter of uncertainty shown through her sultry facade. Slowly, torturously, she began to sink down onto him. Her brows knitted as she lowered herself, inching down slowly, her breath quickening. Each tantalizing movement made my heart race as I imagined the sensations they shared — with her walls stretching around the immense girth beneath her. The way she fought to accommodate him was evident; her body quivered, muscles contracting instinctively as they grappled with the overwhelming size. The sight of her struggling to take him completely sent a raw thrill down my spine, igniting a pang of jealousy mixed with deep-seated desire. I could see her wince slightly; she was battling her own pleasure and discomfort, each slow glide heightened by the exquisite tension that tore at the fabric of their connection.
I felt myself getting lost in the moment. The fantasy of being part of this world danced just out of reach, and I yearned to step in, to share in their unholy union, knowing full well it was taboo. Soon, her back arched, giving the camera a perfect view as Harpreet's massive length disappeared gradually into her wet heat. Aradhya's mouth opened once again in a silent gasp, her head thrown back in ecstasy. I could almost hear her moans in my head as the brute's manhood stretched her. His hands tightened on her hips, guiding her movements as she started to ride him. My wife braced her hands on his chest, her nails raking through the dark hair there. She rolled her hips, grinding down on him in a way that had Harpreet's jaw clenching, his eyes squeezing shut in pleasure.
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