In the bustling heart of Mumbai, Sweta adjusted her elegant saree, her five-month pregnant belly proudly prominent as she stepped into Sunil's opulent office. The interview began with sharp wit. 'Your resume is thin, Mrs. Sweta,' Sunil said, eyes lingering on her curves. 'Low education and this... situation? Bold move.' Sweta met his gaze fiercely. 'Bold gets results, Mr. Sunil. My husband lost his job, and I'll do what it takes for our child—without bending my spine.' He smirked, probing her personal life until she revealed their struggles. When he asked about her lactation, she replied coolly, 'Yes, it started recently. Nature's way of preparing.' Negotiations turned seductive as he offered the job with conditions: act as his wife at events, forgo maternity leave. 'It protects the image,' he purred. Sweta, strong and strategic, agreed for the salary and medical care, hiding the 'wife' part from Akash. Weeks later, on their business trip, exhaustion and wine left her tipsy in the honeymoon suite. Sunil drew close. 'You drive me wild, Sweta—your ass in that saree, that dripping wet pussy I imagine.' She retorted wittily, 'Dream on, old man. I'm no easy conquest.' But heat built; she grew horny, panting as he undressed her. His hard cock pressed against her, and she grabbed it boldly. 'Show me what you've got.' He gave her a blowjob tease before she took control, riding him cowgirl-style, sweating and moaning. 'Fuck, your cock feels so good—deeper!' They came together explosively, cum dripping down her thighs as he filled her pussy, both panting in ecstasy. 'This changes nothing,' she whispered, strong as ever, yet craving more.
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