She knew someone was watching but didn’t stop. That thick-set bhabhi with tits like melons starts slow—hands wrapped tight around his shaft, lips stretched obscenely—but then she swallows it all, gagging just enough to make him grip the sheets. Flips onto her back mid-blowjob, thighs trembling as he pins them open. The bed creaks under her weight when she rides him face-first*, ass slapping against his chest before she turns around again. No foreplay needed here—just raw hunger. Her pussy glistens from earlier (didn’t expect that in this room), and now she’s begging for it deeper inside while fisting herself alongside his thrusts.
