The apartment was filled with the soft hum of a Friday evening, the kind that promised relaxation and indulgence. Prachi, a 25-year-old vixen with curves that could make a saint sin, was lounging on the couch, her eyes locked onto her husband Ranbir, who was engrossed in a phone call with his boss. She had a mischievous glint in her eyes, a plan brewing in her mind that would turn this ordinary evening into something unforgettable.
Ranbir was a man of discipline, always focused on his work, but tonight, Prachi was determined to make him lose control. She slowly unbuttoned her blouse, her eyes never leaving his. The first glimpse of her lacy black bra sent a jolt through Ranbir, but he quickly composed himself, trying to focus on the call. Prachi smirked, knowing she had his attention.
She stood up, her body swaying seductively as she made her way to him. She straddled him, her ass grinding against his growing erection. Ranbir's breath hitched, his free hand gripping her hip. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear. "Daddy," she whispered, her voice a sultry purr. "I need you."
Ranbir groaned, his control slipping. He tried to focus on the call, but Prachi wasn't having it. She unzipped his pants, her hand wrapping around his hard dick. She stroked him slowly, her thumb circling the tip, spreading the pre-cum that had already formed. Ranbir's hips bucked, his breath coming out in ragged gasps. He tried to finish the call quickly, his voice strained.
Prachi, meanwhile, was not one to be ignored. She stood up, her fingers hooking into the waistband of her skirt. She shimmied out of it, her black thong the only barrier between her pussy and Ranbir's hungry gaze. She turned around, bending over to pick up her skirt, giving him a full view of her ass. She looked over her shoulder, her eyes meeting his. "You like what you see, Daddy?" she asked, her voice dripping with seduction.
Ranbir could no longer hold back. He ended the call, his eyes devouring her. He stood up, his hands cupping her breasts through her bra. He kissed her neck, his teeth nipping at her skin. Prachi moaned, her head falling back against his shoulder. He unhooked her bra, his hands kneading her bare breasts. He pinched her nipples, rolling them between his fingers. Prachi gasped, her pussy throbbing with need.
Ranbir turned her around, his mouth capturing hers in a hungry kiss. He lifted her up, her legs wrapping around his waist. He carried her to the bedroom, his lips never leaving hers. He laid her down on the bed, his body covering hers. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth. He trailed kisses down her neck, his hands cupping her breasts. He sucked on her nipples, his tongue swirling around the hard peaks.
Prachi moaned, her hips bucking against him. She needed more. She needed him inside her. She reached down, her hand wrapping around his dick. She guided him to her entrance, her eyes locked onto his. "Fuck me, Daddy," she begged, her voice breathless. "Fuck me hard."
Ranbir didn't need to be told twice. He thrust into her, his dick filling her completely. Prachi gasped, her nails digging into his back. He started moving, his hips thrusting against hers. He pounded into her, his dick hitting her G-spot with every thrust. Prachi moaned, her body writhing beneath him. She was close, so close.
Ranbir could feel her pussy clenching around his dick. He knew she was close. He reached between them, his fingers rubbing her clit. Prachi cried out, her body convulsing as she came. Her pussy milked his dick, her juices coating him. Ranbir groaned, his own release building. He thrust into her one last time, his dick pulsing as he came inside her.
They lay there, their bodies entwined, their breaths slowly returning to normal. Prachi looked up at Ranbir, a satisfied smile on her face. "Well, Daddy," she said, her voice teasing. "I think you can take a break from work now."
Ranbir chuckled, his hand cupping her breast. "I think you're right," he said, his voice husky. "But I have a feeling this is just the beginning of our night."
And with that, he rolled over, his mouth capturing her nipple. Prachi gasped, her body already responding to his touch. It was going to be a long, pleasurable night.