Hot Maid’s Fucking in Front of the Wife

Hot Maid’s Fucking in Front of the Wife: A Night of Shameless Lust : The living room was thick with tension, the air humming with unspoken desire. Rohan lounged on the sofa, his cock already stiff in his pants, his eyes locked on the hot maid, Kajal. She was a walking wet dream—her tight black uniform hugged her curvy ass, the neckline dipping low to show off her plump tits. His wife, Priya, sat beside him, her lips pursed, but her gaze flickered with something dark and curious. Tonight, Rohan had a filthy plan—to fuck the maid right in front of his wife, and he knew Priya wouldn’t stop him.

Kajal bent over to dust the coffee table, her ass jiggling in the air, the hem of her skirt riding up to tease her thighs. Rohan groaned, his cock throbbing. “Kajal, come here,” he ordered, his voice rough with lust. She turned, her sexy smirk saying she knew exactly what he wanted. Priya shifted, her breath hitching, but she didn’t say a word—just watched as Kajal sauntered over, hips swaying like a slut on a mission.

“Sir, what do you need?” Kajal purred, standing close enough for him to smell her cheap, hot perfume. Rohan grabbed her wrist, pulling her onto his lap, her ass pressing against his bulge. “I need to fuck you, you sexy little maid,” he growled, planting a hard kiss on her lips. Kajal moaned into his mouth, her tongue tangling with his, sloppy and desperate. Priya’s eyes widened, but she stayed silent, her hands clenching the couch cushions.

Rohan ripped Kajal’s uniform open, buttons popping as her tits spilled out, round and begging for a kiss. “Fuck, look at these,” he muttered, squeezing them hard, pinching her nipples until she let out a loud moan. “You like that, huh, you dirty slut?” he asked, glancing at Priya, whose cheeks were flushed, her thighs pressed together. Kajal grinned, “Yes, sir, fuck me however you want.”

He shoved her onto the floor, on her knees, her ass up in front of Priya’s stunned face. “Watch this, wife,” Rohan said, unzipping his pants to free his thick cock, pulsing and ready. Priya’s breath caught, but she didn’t look away as he yanked Kajal’s skirt up, exposing her soaked pussy, no panties in sight. “No shame, huh?” he laughed, spanking her ass hard, making it jiggle.

“Fuck me, sir, please!” Kajal begged, her moan echoing as he rubbed his cock against her dripping pussy. Priya gasped, “Rohan…” but it was too late—he slammed into Kajal’s pussy with one brutal thrust, stretching her wide. The maid screamed, “Oh fuck, yes, fuck my pussy!” as he pounded her, his balls slapping her ass with every stroke. The wet, filthy sounds filled the room, and Priya’s hand crept toward her own pussy, unable to resist.

“Look at your husband fuck this hot maid,” Rohan taunted, grabbing Kajal’s hair and pulling her head back. Her tits bounced wildly as he drilled her, her moan turning into a slutty chant—“Harder, sir, fuck my pussy raw!” Priya whimpered, her fingers now rubbing her clit through her saree, her eyes glued to the scene. “You like watching, don’t you?” Rohan smirked, spanking Kajal’s ass again, leaving red handprints.

Kajal’s pussy clenched around his cock, her body shaking as she came hard, screaming, “I’m cumming, fuck!” Her juices dripped onto the floor, but Rohan wasn’t done. He pulled out, his cock slick with her cum, and pressed it against her tight ass. “Gonna fuck this ass too,” he growled, pushing in slow and deep. Kajal gasped, “Yes, tear my ass apart, sir!” He fucked her ass mercilessly, her moan mixing with Priya’s soft cries as she fingered herself, lost in the shameless show.

“Cum in her,” Priya suddenly whispered, her voice trembling with lust. Rohan grinned, slamming into Kajal’s ass harder, his cock pulsing. “You heard the wife, slut,” he snarled, and with a guttural roar, he exploded, pumping his hot load deep into Kajal’s ass. She moaned, collapsing forward, her pussy and ass leaking his cum.

Rohan pulled out, breathing hard, and looked at Priya, who was panting, her saree hiked up, her pussy glistening. Kajal crawled over, smirking, and planted a slow kiss on Priya’s thigh. “Next time, ma’am joins,” she teased, leaving them both wrecked and craving more.

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