9 months ago
The afternoon heavy rain crashes onto the private white tropical urban rooftop, soaking them in a sensual storm. Her ultra-thick, ultra-curvy, ultra-huge rear juts out in breathtaking defiance, a WOW moment of pure voluptuous power as she kneels on one knee near his leg, looking up at him with sultry confidence. Her lush, muscular, beautiful Indian body is molded to his powerful frame, every inch of her soaked in raw energy and allure.
Her tiny, transparent, not visible, see through Neon orange and white mesh nano-string bikini is an undeniable statement of bold sensuality. The deep-cut bra struggles to contain her heavy, full and firm J-cup curves, the bold Vishal & Pinkie straps gripping tight against her soft, plush shoulders. Below, the ultra-thin low-rise G-string lace disappears between her full, firm hips, leaving only the branded waistband stretched across the swell of her body—a striking signature of irresistible confidence.
Her smart, handsome, clean shaved, tall, husband stands strong above her, his lean, athletic, muscular frame drenched in the storm. His tight, well endowed brief front, transparent, tight red briefs leave nothing to the imagination, the bold logo stretched across his sculpted waist. His one hand rests firmly on her chest, a possessive yet adoring touch, while the other grips his own waistband, teasing the moment but he stands tall.
She tilts her head back, her wet hair cascading down her back, lips parted tongue out almost licking his bellybutton. Her eyes burn into his bulging briefs, one hand on his upper thigh, her body a storm of confidence and desire as rainwater traces every lush contour of her skin.
