Hot Indian Bhabhi Fucked Hard By Plumber

You know that hot Indian bhabhi fucked scenario I told you about last week? Well, it finally happened, and honestly, I still get a little flushed just thinking about the whole thing—it started so innocently with a clogged kitchen sink, and I was already feeling that familiar ache of boredom, so when the plumber showed up looking all rough and rugged in his worn-out jeans and a t-shirt that clung just right, I felt this little jolt of electricity shoot straight through me, and I could tell he noticed the way my saree hugged my curves as I bent over to show him the problem, the fabric slipping just a bit off my shoulder. He got down on his knees to check the pipes, and I stood there pretending to care about the fittings, but really I was watching his strong hands work, and then he looked up at me with this knowing smirk and said he found a serious leak that needed immediate attention, and before I could even respond, he was pulling me down beside him, his calloused fingers tracing up my thigh, and I let out this shaky breath because his touch was so firm and confident, and the whole room felt like it was closing in on us. The next thing I knew, he had my saree pooled around my waist and he was pushing me back against the cool tile, his mouth finding my neck while his hands roamed everywhere, and I remember gripping his hair and pulling him closer because I needed him to be rougher, harder, and he read my mind completely, flipping me over and taking me from behind with this raw urgency that had me gasping into my own hand, the sound of our bodies slapping together echoing off the cabinets, and every time I tried to catch my breath he’d push deeper, making me lose all sense of time until I was trembling and spent, with him collapsing against my back and whispering that the job was done, and I just laughed breathlessly because that was, without a doubt, the best repair service I’ve ever gotten in my life.