It was a hot summer evening in New Delhi, and Rohan had just returned home after a long day of work. He was greeted at the door by the sight of his wife, Priya, who was standing in the living room wearing a traditional Indian outfit that accentuated her ample cleavage and big hips. Rohan couldn’t help but stare at her as she walked towards him, her hips swaying seductively.
“I thought you might want to join me in the shower,” Priya said, her voice husky with desire.
Rohan didn’t need to be asked twice. He followed her to the bathroom, his heart racing with anticipation. Priya stepped into the shower and Rohan joined her, pulling her close and kissing her deeply. Their bodies pressed together, Rohan’s hands roaming over Priya’s curves as they explored each other’s mouths with their tongues.
Priya broke the kiss and looked up at Rohan, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She reached down and began to stroke his cock, which was already hard with desire. Rohan moaned with pleasure, his hands squeezing Priya’s breasts as she continued to jack him off.
“I want you inside me,” Priya whispered, her breath hot against Rohan’s ear.
Rohan didn’t need any further encouragement. He positioned himself behind Priya, his cock pressed against her wet pussy. He reached around and began to rub her clit, feeling her body shudder with pleasure.
“Yes, Rohan, just like that,” Priya moaned, her head thrown back against his shoulder.
