Adultery NISHA:: A Hot Spy -Female Investigator Officer - Secret mission

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On the screen Nisha still wore her formal cream blouse and the petticoat of her saree. The same strict officer who had closed twelve major cases that year. But something was already different. Her shoulders were loose. Her breathing deeper. Rajesh stood close behind her, speaking low. She did not pull away.
Raghu’s cock stirred hard against his thigh even before anything happened he watches through mobile. . He hated that bitch.. But now the heat that flooded him. This was his Madam. The cop who never smiled without reason. Yet his hand drifted to the front of his trousers as Rajesh’s fingers went to the hooks of her blouse.
One by one the hooks opened. The blouse slid down her arms and fell to the floor. Underneath she wore a plain black bra, the cups straining around heavy breasts. Thirty-six, full and soft. The same breasts that had always been hidden under stiff khaki now rose and fell with every breath. Her midriff was bare. The soft curve of her stomach led down to the waistband of the petticoat. Her navel was a dark, perfect shadow.
Rajesh told her to stand exactly in front of the hidden cam exactly in the camera’s view.
Nisha obeyed.
The movement placed her body fully under the lens. Her arms were still at her sides. Rajesh stepped close, lifted both her wrists, and raised them high above her head. The position stretched her torso, lifted her breasts higher inside the bra, opened the soft hollows of her armpits.
He leaned in and pressed his mouth to the left one.
His tongue dragged slowly through the warm crease.
Nisha’s head tipped back. A soft, involuntary sound left her throat.
“Hmmmm…”
Raghu’s fingers tightened around his cock. He could not look away. This was the same woman who stood in court and dismantled defense lawyers with cold facts. The same woman whose uniform never had a single crease. Yet here she stood with her arms high, letting her husband lick the tender skin under her arms as if it were the most natural thing in the world....





Rajesh licked again, slower, tasting the faint salt and the perfume that still clung there. His tongue circled the hollow, then pushed deeper. Nisha’s body jerked.
“Haa… hmmmm…”
He moved to the other armpit. Same slow, filthy attention. Nisha’s moans thickened. Her fingers curled into fists above her head. The muscles in her stomach tightened. Her breasts rose and fell faster.
Raghu stroked himself through his trousers, the fabric already damp. The thrill burned hotter with every second. He had watched this woman solve cases that made the entire district force look ordinary. Today the same body was trembling under a man’s tongue, and the sounds leaving her mouth were pure heat.
Rajesh’s mouth left her armpit and travelled down. He kissed the side of her breast, then lower, across the soft curve of her stomach, until his lips found her navel.
He sucked it.
Nisha’s whole body shuddered.
“Hmmmm… haaaaa…”
He licked the dark hollow, tongue circling, then sucking gently, then harder. The wet sound was soft but clear through the speakers. Nisha’s arms trembled but stayed up. Her belly tightened under his mouth. A fresh moan spilled out, longer this time.
“Uffff… haaa…”
Raghu’s cock throbbed hard in his fist. He watched the strict cop’s navel being sucked like it was the sweetest thing her husband had ever tasted. The same navel that had stayed hidden under crisp shirts while she closed case after case. Today it was wet under another man’s tongue, and she was moaning for it.
Rajesh straightened only long enough to unhook her bra.
One soft click. The straps slid down. The cups fell away.
Nisha’s breasts spilled free—heavy, round, the skin pale where the bra had covered them, the nipples already tight and dark. They bounced once with the sudden freedom, then settled, full and soft. The weight of them was obvious.
Rajesh cupped both from underneath, lifting them, weighing them. His thumbs brushed the nipples. Nisha’s breath hitched.
“Haaaa…”
He lowered his head and took the right nipple into his mouth. The wet suction was audible. Nisha’s head fell back. Her hands came down to rest on his shoulders, then slid into his hair. He sucked hard, cheeks hollowing, tongue flicking the stiff peak. His other hand kneaded the left breast, fingers sinking into the soft flesh.
“Hmmmm… haaaaaa… uffff…”
Raghu stroked faster. The thrill was electric. Every second the image of the iron-clad officer cracked further. Underneath was a woman whose body answered every touch with open, shameless heat.
Rajesh switched breasts, sucking the left nipple with the same hungry attention. Spit shone on both now. They looked darker, wetter, more swollen. Then his hands went to the knot of her petticoat. One tug and it pooled at her feet. Underneath she wore only a simple black panty, already damp in the center.
He hooked his thumbs in the waistband and pulled them down slowly.
Nisha stepped out of them. Completely naked. Her body was soft in the places that mattered—full breasts, soft belly, wide hips, thick thighs. The dark triangle of her pussy was neatly trimmed, the outer lips plump. A faint sheen of wetness already glistened along the seam.
Rajesh made her stand exactly where the camera could see everything. Then he knelt.
He lifted her right leg and placed her foot high on the edge of the desk. The position opened her completely. From the camera’s view Raghu could see everything—the pink inner lips already parted, the wetness coating them, the tight dark entrance of her cunt.
Rajesh leaned in and licked a long, slow stripe from the bottom of her slit to the top.
Nisha’s whole body shuddered.
“Hmmmmm… ufffff… haaaaaaaa…”
He licked again, slower, pressing his tongue flat against her. The wet sounds filled the cabin. He parted her lips with his thumbs and sucked her clit into his mouth. Nisha’s hands flew to his head. Her fingers tangled in his hair.
“Rajesh… ohhh God……… ufffff…”..





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Rajesh hooked two fingers inside her while he sucked her clit. The wet sound of his fingers thrusting was filthy. Nisha’s hips began to move, grinding against his mouth.
“Haaaa… Rajesh… I’m… uffffff… ohhh God…”
He didn’t stop. He licked deeper, sucked harder, curled his fingers against the soft spot inside her. Nisha’s head fell forward. A long, broken cry tore out of her.
“Ahhh… ahhh… haaaaaaa… Rajesh… ufffff…”
Her orgasm hit hard. Her thighs clamped around his head for a moment. Clear juices spilled over his tongue and down his chin. He kept licking through it, slower now, gentler, until the shaking eased.
Only then did he stand.
His trousers were already open. His cock was thick, dark, the head wet. He turned Nisha so her back was to the camera, then bent her forward over the edge of the desk. Her palms flat on the glass. Her ass pushed out. From the camera angle Raghu could see the soft, wet folds of her pussy, still glistening, the tight entrance twitching.
Rajesh lined up and pushed in.
The stretch was visible. Nisha’s mouth opened on a long, low moan as the thick head forced her open.
“Haaaaaaa… Rajesh… ohhh God……”
He sank deeper, inch by inch, until his hips met her ass. Fully buried. He stayed there a moment, then pulled almost all the way out and thrust back in hard.
The wet slap of skin on skin filled the cabin.
“Uffffff… haaaa… yes… hmmmm…”
Rajesh fucked her steadily at first—long, deep strokes that made her breasts swing beneath her. Each thrust pushed a fresh moan from her throat. Her fingers curled against the glass. Her eyes were half-closed, mouth open.
He reached around and cupped one heavy breast, squeezing it in time with his thrusts. His other hand gripped her hip, holding her in place as he began to fuck her harder.
“Hmmmm… Rajesh… fuck… haaaa… ohhh God…”
The camera caught everything—the way her pussy stretched around his thick cock, the wet shine coating him every time he pulled out, the soft jiggle of her ass with every impact. Her navel pressed against the edge of the desk. Her arms trembled.
Raghu’s fist flew over his cock. The thrill was almost unbearable. His strict Madam, the officer who had closed case after case with cold precision, was bent over her own desk taking her husband’s cock while her juices ran down her thighs. Every big moan proved the heat that had always been hidden under the uniform....






Nisha’s arms wrapped around Rajesh’s neck. Her legs hooked around his waist. He fucked her deep and hard, the desk rocking slightly. Her breasts bounced with every thrust. The nipples were still wet from his earlier sucking.
“Hoooo… Rajesh… so deep… uffffff… ohhh God…”
He reached between them and rubbed her clit with his thumb while he fucked her. Nisha’s head fell back. A long, continuous moan poured out of her.
“Hmmmmmm… haaaaaaa… I’m going to… ahhh… Rajesh…”
Her second orgasm hit harder than the first. Her cunt clenched visibly around him. Fresh wetness spilled out around his cock. She clung to him, shaking, moaning brokenly into his shoulder.
“Ufffff… haaaaa… ohhh God………”and he also releases...
Rajesh didn’t stop. He kept fucking her through it, slower now but still deep, drawing the pleasure out until she was trembling and oversensitive.
Only then did he pull out.......












But Raghu thought how ever he also want to fuck this Nisha madam...