Neelam, 32 and married, leaned against the kitchen counter, her 36D curves straining against her blouse and 40-inch hips cocked defiantly. Raj shuffled in with his three bullies, all smirking like they owned the place. 'Didi, these guys just wanted to chill,' Raj mumbled. Neelam arched a brow, voice sharp as a whip. 'Chill? Or did your little brother drag you here hoping I'd babysit his ego again? Boys, if you're going to stare, at least buy me dinner first.'
The tallest bully, Vik, grinned. 'Mrs. Married-and-Magnificent, that ass could start wars. Raj says you're off-limits, but damn.' Neelam laughed, stepping closer, not backing down. 'Off-limits? Please. My husband's away, but that doesn't make me prey. You want a piece? Earn it with more than cheap lines. Or is that hard cock in your pants all talk?'
Tension crackled. She felt their eyes on her, her own body responding—horny despite herself. 'Fine, let's see what you've got,' she purred, pulling one closer. Hands roamed; she gripped a thick cock, already hard. 'Mmm, not bad. But my pussy's wetter than your pickup lines—dripping just enough to tease.' She dropped to her knees for a blowjob, tongue swirling as the men groaned. 'Suck it like you mean it, Didi,' one panted. 'Mean it? I'm running this show, boys.'
Sweating bodies pressed in. She bent over, ass presented. 'Who wants my ass first? No submissive housewife here—fuck me like you know I'll come back for more.' Fingers explored her dripping pussy; she moaned, 'God, you're making me cum already.' They took turns, cocks thrusting as she directed with witty barbs. 'Harder—yes, like that. Raj's bullies finally useful for something.' Panting filled the room, cum building as the gangbang ignited, her strong will turning their aggression into her explosive pleasure.
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