Cumming inside wife's mouth 🥵👄
Sitting on a soft couch, Rishabh looked Naina up and down while smoking. His eyes landing on her waist, which was peeking from her saree pallu. "Tell me, Naina. What are you doing in my room?" he asked.
"Sir ji, vo mein bas Rhea mam ne coffee dene ke liye bola tha," she replied, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear. She looked at him with wide eyes, clutching the coffee cup in her other hand.
"Mhmm... coffee? Did you make it yourself?" he asked, his gaze lingering on the plump mounds of her breasts straining against her blouse.
Naina noticed his gaze, and a triumphant smirk played internally. She had been teasing him for so long—long enough that she'd almost started to believe he was actually loyal to his wife. But now, he was staring at her like he wanted to devour her. "Yes, sir. I made this coffee exactly how you like it—two spoons of sugar," she said, her voice syrupy.
Rishabh exhaled, looking up at her innocent expression, which stirred a deep desire within him. For weeks, he had been resisting the urge to touch her, but now, he couldn't hold back. Besides, he no longer loved his wife; she only thought about herself and her own desires, never considering what he wanted.
"Naina, do you know what you do to me?" he asked, biting his lip.
Naina looked up, her big round eyes blinking. "What am I doing, sir?" she asked innocently but knowing exactly what he was asking.
Rishabh stubbed out his cigarette, stood up, and walked toward her in three big steps. He grabbed her waist and pressed his lips against hers. "You know very well what you're doing, Naina."
Naina smirked internally, finally he snapped and she kissed him back with desperate intensity, trailing her hands on his clothed body. Rishabh backed her to the bed and threw her on the bed, on which he fucked his wife countless times. But now seeing Naina in that black saree on his marital bed, his cock twitched in his pants.
"Such a sexy woman," he murmured and took off her pallu, eyeing her clothed mounds again. "Is this what you want, brat? You want me to fuck you on my marital bed?" He asked and squeezed one of her clothed breasts.
"AHHH... SIR!!" Naina gasped in pain. Rishabh smirked at her. "What are you looking pained for, brat? Isn't this exactly what you wanted?" He asked and leaned down, sucking her clothed nipple.
He looked up at her plump lips and wanted them wrapped around his cock. He unzipped his pants, but just as he was about to take his cock out, footsteps sounded—heels clicking against the floor. His wife was coming upstairs. He zipped his pants. "Leave Naina, NOW," he ordered.
Naina also sensed his wife's arrival and hurriedly adjusted her clothes and went out. Rishabh ran a hand through his hair and sat on the bed. Outside, Naina and Rhea came face to face. "What, little servant. Did you give him coffee?" Rhea asked coldly.
"Yes yes madam," Naina nodded, suppressing her hatred to kill her. Rhea nodded and went inside. Naina looked at her back disgustingly and went back to work.
Rishabh looked up at his wife coming, locking the door behind her. She sat on his lap, kissing his jaw, his hands went to her waist, gripping her tightly. His eyes closed as he imagined Naina in his wife's place. He kissed her on lips, his wife's lips dry in comparison to Naina's, which are so soft and smooth. But now he wants to release the ache building in his cock.
His hips buckled up, touching his wife's ass, grinding his cock against it. "Suck it, suck it, you little slut," he said to his wife but imagining Naina.
Rhea smiled shyly and nodded. Of course she loved when he wanted to touch her, the way he commanded. "Alright, hubby," she knelt down, putting her hands on his belt. She unbuckled slowly and began unzipping his pants. Rishabh sat there still his eyes closed, imagining Naina on her knees.
She took out his cock, clutching it in her hand, wrapping her lips around his cock not wanting him to wait. Rishabh sucked in his breath, his eyes opening slightly, his gaze drifted towards the window where Naina stood watching them. He bit his lip and thrusted his cock in Rhea's mouth deeper. Naina licked her lips, looking directly into his eyes. Rishabh imagined those rosy lips on his cock now, as his hips moved up and down rapidly, fucking his wife's mouth.
Tears welled up in Rhea's eyes but she stubbornly sucked his cock, wanting to please him. He had been distant lately, didn't even touched her, so now she wanted to please him as well as possible. He clutched her hair, pulling her down on his cock as he looked at Naina now squeezing her tit for him to see.
His cum filled her mouth as he forced Rhea to drink it. She drank it like a good little slut she is. Naina smirked and left. Rishabh tore his gaze from the window, looking down at his wife, who was licking her lips. He pushed her away and went to the bathroom.
