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Kusha stood up suddenly, pulling her tank top over her head to display her perfect tits.
Sharath looked up at her, his face a picture of bewildered shock. She stared down at him, hands on hips, topless, her breasts heaving with anger and strange arousal.
'Well?" she asked challengingly.
"I... what are you...?" spluttered Sharath. Kusha could see how aroused he was... but still, with his wife half naked in front of him, he couldn't take that extra step.
Her little lapdog... loyal and obedient and utterly safe. Kusha turned away toward the bedroom so Sharath couldn't see her face, calling over her shoulder, "Clothes off. You're going to fuck me."
She didn't look back to see if he was following her, but she knew he would be. She stalked into the bedroom and removed her shorts and panties in one smooth motion, tossing them aside and throwing herself back onto the bed. She was a little surprised by the powerful wet heat between her legs. She was filled with a strange blend of anger and lust. An annoying itch that needed to be scratched.
Her husband appeared in the doorway, his cock rock hard, but his face troubled. "Honey, is everything ok?" he asked cautiously as he entered the dim room, taking in the sight of his lovely wife lying back on the bed, her pussy flushed and dripping, but her eyes flashing with dangerous heat.
"No talking," she growled, spreading her legs wide and beckoning him forward impatiently, "only sex."
Normally, they had foreplay first. Normally, Kusha preferred cowgirl. Normally, she made Sharath wear a condom. None of that mattered to her right now. She needed to feel a cock inside her, hot, hard and powerful. When Sarath joined her on the bed, she pulled him down into a fierce, bruising kiss, her fingers tangled tight in his hair, desperately trying to spark the same desperate, fiery passion in him that she felt.
Sharath tried his best to rise to the occasion, finally sensing what his wife had wanted all evening. He thrust forward into her pussy, raw inside her for the first time in months, feeling her wet, clinging heat directly against his skin. He pumped his hips, thrusting into her with slow, languid strokes.
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Sharath looked up at her, his face a picture of bewildered shock. She stared down at him, hands on hips, topless, her breasts heaving with anger and strange arousal.
'Well?" she asked challengingly.
"I... what are you...?" spluttered Sharath. Kusha could see how aroused he was... but still, with his wife half naked in front of him, he couldn't take that extra step.
Her little lapdog... loyal and obedient and utterly safe. Kusha turned away toward the bedroom so Sharath couldn't see her face, calling over her shoulder, "Clothes off. You're going to fuck me."
She didn't look back to see if he was following her, but she knew he would be. She stalked into the bedroom and removed her shorts and panties in one smooth motion, tossing them aside and throwing herself back onto the bed. She was a little surprised by the powerful wet heat between her legs. She was filled with a strange blend of anger and lust. An annoying itch that needed to be scratched.
Her husband appeared in the doorway, his cock rock hard, but his face troubled. "Honey, is everything ok?" he asked cautiously as he entered the dim room, taking in the sight of his lovely wife lying back on the bed, her pussy flushed and dripping, but her eyes flashing with dangerous heat.
"No talking," she growled, spreading her legs wide and beckoning him forward impatiently, "only sex."
Normally, they had foreplay first. Normally, Kusha preferred cowgirl. Normally, she made Sharath wear a condom. None of that mattered to her right now. She needed to feel a cock inside her, hot, hard and powerful. When Sarath joined her on the bed, she pulled him down into a fierce, bruising kiss, her fingers tangled tight in his hair, desperately trying to spark the same desperate, fiery passion in him that she felt.
Sharath tried his best to rise to the occasion, finally sensing what his wife had wanted all evening. He thrust forward into her pussy, raw inside her for the first time in months, feeling her wet, clinging heat directly against his skin. He pumped his hips, thrusting into her with slow, languid strokes.
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