The living room air was thick with the scent of sex—sweat, jasmine, and the musky tang of their combined releases. Priya's saree lay discarded on the floor, her voluptuous body glistening under the dim lights, breasts heaving with every breath. Aryan lay beneath her, cock still buried deep inside her dripping pussy, twitching with aftershocks as her walls fluttered around him.
But Priya's eyes were dark with insatiable need. She leaned down, full breasts pressing against his chest, nipples hard and dragging across his skin. "We're not done, Aryan," she whispered, voice husky and commanding. "I've waited too long for a young cock like yours. I want everything."
She slid off him slowly, his cum leaking from her well-fucked pussy in thick rivulets down her thick thighs. Priya scooped some on her fingers, bringing it to her lips and sucking it clean with a moan. "Mmm... taste us. So potent. So much better than Vikram's weak loads."
Aryan groaned, cock hardening again at the sight. She was a goddess—mature, curved, utterly depraved in her desire.
Priya pushed him back, straddling his face this time. Her pussy hovered above his mouth, swollen lips parted, clit peeking out, mixed fluids dripping onto his lips. "Clean me up, beta. Lick your cum out of this married pussy."
He didn't hesitate. Tongue delving into her folds, lapping greedily at the salty-sweet mess. Priya ground down, smothering him with her heat, thighs clamping his head as she rode his face. Her moans filled the room—raw, needy—as his tongue fucked into her, sucking out every drop.
"Yes... good boy. Eat it all. Make me clean for your next load."
She came hard on his mouth, squirting lightly, juices flooding his tongue as her body shook. Aryan drank her down, hands gripping her ass, spreading her cheeks to expose her tight back hole. He teased it with a thumb, circling the puckered ring.
Priya gasped, pushing back. "Naughty... you want that too? Later. First, worship me properly."
She slid down his body, feet planting on either side of his hips. Her soles—soft, slightly arched, toes painted red—brushed his throbbing cock. "You've been staring at my body for years. These too?"
Aryan nodded, breathless. She smirked, wrapping her feet around his shaft, stroking slowly. The sensation was electric—warm, smooth skin gripping him, toes flexing to tease the head, smearing pre-cum.
"Fuck... Priya..."
"Like my feet on your big cock? Such a bad boy, getting hard for Aunty's soles."
She footjobbed him expertly, alternating pressure, until he was leaking steadily. Then she lifted one foot to his mouth. "Lick. Taste yourself on me."
He obeyed, tongue swirling around her toes, sucking them like a cock as she continued stroking with the other foot. The humiliation and pleasure mixed into pure ecstasy.
Priya's eyes gleamed with possession. "You're mine now, Aryan. This cock belongs to me. I'll drain you every time Vikram leaves."
She moved back down, mounting him reverse cowgirl this time. Her thick ass cheeks spread as she sank onto him, pussy swallowing every inch with a wet squelch. She rode hard, back arched, breasts bouncing wildly as she slammed down.
Aryan gripped her hips, thrusting up to meet her, balls slapping her clit. "Yes... fuck me, Priya. Take it all."
She reached back, fondling his sack. "These balls... so full for me. Cum inside again. Breed me. Fill this womb until I'm dripping for days."
He flipped her onto all fours, pounding doggy—hair pulled, ass spanked red, her screams echoing as he choked her lightly from behind, thumb pressing her neck just enough to make her clench harder.
"Good slut... my married whore. Scream for my cock."
Priya pushed back desperately, overstimulation making her sob with pleasure. "Yes! I'm your slut! Harder... breed your Aunty!"
He came deep, flooding her again—hot spurts painting her insides as she milked him, another orgasm ripping through her.
They collapsed, but she crawled down immediately, taking his cum-slick cock into her mouth for cleanup. Sucking softly, tongue lapping their mixed juices, throat working to swallow the mess.
Aryan hardened in her mouth despite the sensitivity. Priya pulled off, cum stringing from her lips. "Again," she demanded, opening wide. "Feed me your load this time."
He fucked her face—rough, deepthroating until tears streamed down her cheeks, mascara smudging. She gagged but took it, hands on his thighs encouraging deeper.
When he came, she swallowed most, letting the rest spill from her mouth, rubbing it into her breasts like lotion. "So much... my young bull."
Hours passed in a blur—positions blurring into one endless fuck. Her on top, him eating her ass while fingering her pussy, light choking as he railed her against the wall, foot wrapped around his cock while she praised his stamina.
By dawn, they lay exhausted, bodies marked with bites and handprints, the room reeking of raw sex.
Priya traced his chest, possessive. "Vikram comes back in a week. Until then... you're mine every night."
Aryan pulled her close, already hardening again. "And after?"
Her smile was dark, yandere gleam in her eyes. "We'll make sure he stays away longer."
His phone buzzed—unknown number. Vikram?
Priya snatched it, silencing it. "Ignore him. Fuck me again."
But the seed of risk was planted.