The living room glowed under dim lights as Priya adjusted her red saree, the silk hugging her curves like a second skin, her thaali resting proudly between her breasts. Her husband Ravi, still in his crisp shirt and pants from work, leaned against the doorframe with a smirk. 'Baby, that saree is doing dangerous things to me,' he said, voice low. Priya turned, eyes flashing with fire. 'Evandi, if you think staring gets you anywhere, think again. Mogudu, come prove you're worth my time or I'll handle it myself.' Ravi chuckled, stepping closer. 'Lanja, you talk bold for someone already wet under that drape.' She laughed sharply, pushing him back. 'Talk is cheap. Show me that hard cock before I change my mind.' He unbuttoned his shirt slowly, revealing his chest. 'Pussy already dripping? I can smell how horny you are.' Priya's hand slid to his pants, squeezing his growing bulge. 'Mmm, not bad. But I want it throbbing.' She dropped to her knees, unzipping him with a wicked grin. 'Baby, this blowjob is mine to control—don't you dare cum yet.' Her tongue teased his cock, making him pant as she took him deep, hand stroking the base. Ravi groaned, 'Fuck, your mouth is magic.' She pulled back, standing strong. 'Now my turn. Finger my pussy, g-spot style, or no more for you.' He hiked up her saree, slapping her ass hard. 'Shaky ass like this deserves more than fingers.' Priya moaned, 'Suck my nipples, bite those boobs—harder!' His mouth latched on, tongue swirling as fingers plunged into her wet, dripping pussy. She rode his hand, witty retort on her lips: 'That's it, mogudu—make me cum before you even fuck this ass.' Sweat beaded on their skin, panting filling the air. Ravi spun her around, cock pressing against her. 'Anal next, lanja? Or titty fuck first?' The air crackled as they teetered on the edge of explosion, bodies slick and ready.
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