Priya leaned against the kitchen counter in their cozy Tamil Nadu home, arms crossed, her sharp eyes fixed on Raj. 'So, this 'friend's wedding' in Chennai is suddenly a three-day affair, and the kids just happen to stay with my sister? Convenient, don't you think?' Raj smirked, stepping closer. 'Admit it, Priya—you're as eager as I am to escape the routine. The kids adore me, call me the best dad they've got, but we both know what's missing. Three days of just us? Pure fire.' She chuckled, not backing down. 'Fire? More like you plotting to ravish me while pretending it's a family duty. Fine, but I'm no damsel—I'm calling the shots on how we burn.' They dropped the kids off with relatives, the drive to Chennai crackling with tension. At the hotel, the door barely clicked shut before Priya pushed Raj against the wall. 'No more games,' she whispered, her hands already working his belt. 'Show me what you've got.' Raj's cock sprang free, already hard as she dropped to her knees for a teasing blowjob, her tongue swirling while he groaned. 'Fuck, Priya, you're dripping wet already,' he panted, pulling her up. She stripped, revealing her ass as she bent over the bed. 'Less talk, more action—fuck my pussy hard.' He thrust into her wet, dripping heat, both sweating and panting as she rode him reverse, her strong hips grinding. 'God, your cock feels so much better than my ex,' she moaned, horny and relentless. He came deep inside her, cum mixing with her own as they collapsed, bodies slick. 'Thank God I divorced him—you fuck so good and awesome,' Priya gasped, already planning round two.
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