My Steamy Story: Priyanka a housewife who is not at all s...

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Okay, bestie, let me spill the tea. My husband had the audacity to tell me my 36DD-26-36 body wasn’t it? Big yikes. I was high-key feeling myself, all curvy and soft, and I noticed our servant Rahul and the security guard Vikram staring at me with that thirsty look. Period. So I decided to be extra.

I started leaving my used panties in the bathroom for Rahul, and when he’d massage my shoulders, I’d “accidentally” let my robe fall open, whispering, “Do you like what you see?” while he got visibly hard. With Vikram, I’d lean over, showing off my cleavage and navel, daring him, “Bet you wanna lick it, huh?” The vibe was insane. We made a secret WhatsApp group where they’d tell me what to wear – slinky dresses, no bra – and I’d send pics, driving them wild.

One day, Rahul’s driving me to the mall, and I got a spicy idea. I unzipped his pants, took his thick dick in my mouth, and sucked him off until he was moaning my name. When we got back, Vikram was pissed, so I pulled him into the storage room, bent over, and made him eat my asshole while I moaned, “You like tasting my cunt, don’t you?” That night, at the club, I wore a tiny dress they picked, poured whiskey all over my tits, and had them lick it off. Back at my place, they took turns fucking my ass – first Rahul, then Vikram – stretching me out while I screamed, “Yes, fill me up!”

Then they gave me the ultimate dare: dress like a cheap whore, dance for their friends like a randi, and when everyone left, they fucked me doggy style while my husband was on the phone, oblivious. I came so hard, clenching around their cocks, finally getting the worship this body deserves. No cap, it was iconic.