Saroja, the sharp-witted 35-year-old widow, smirked at Prakash across the office. 'My son Kumar is off to school all day. Come to my home tonight, Prakash. I need a real man to handle this body – not some timid fool.' Prakash, the 48-year-old assistant, chuckled wittily. 'Saroja, your tongue cuts like a knife, but your eyes promise fire. I'll be there, ready to ignite it.'
Later at her home, the air thickened with desire. Saroja pushed Prakash against the wall, her strong hands roaming. 'Strip now – show me that hard cock I've been craving.' As clothes fell, she dropped to her knees for a teasing blowjob, her tongue swirling. 'Mmm, so thick and hard already. Don't you dare cum yet.'
Prakash groaned, 'You're insatiable, woman. Turn around – let me see that ass.' He entered her dripping wet pussy from behind, thrusting deep. Saroja panted, 'Harder! Fuck my pussy like you mean it – I'm no submissive doll!' They switched angles: her riding him cowgirl-style, sweating bodies slapping, her ass bouncing. 'Your cock fills me perfectly – cum inside if you can keep up!' Prakash flipped her, pounding relentlessly until they both came, cum dripping down her thighs amid panting moans.
Unbeknownst, Kumar, home early with abdomen pain, watched secretly through the small window, eyes wide at the explosive scene.
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