Didn’t expect to catch this. Desi bhabhi—thick thighs, floral print skirt hiked up—straddling that same couch where she’d scold you earlier. Hands gripping his waist as he slams into her ass, nails digging in like she’s been waiting for this all along. Switches positions mid-thrust, flips onto her back with legs spread wide. His cock buried so deep you can see sweat glistening between them. She pretends not to notice when his hand brushes against her tits, but one look over her shoulder tells you different. No lube needed—just raw, desperate fucking on a bed that creaks under their weight. The kind of forbidden heat where neither dares say who’ll be left cumming first.
