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The house was silent, and Bhabhi's heart was racing when she called her devar home early from work. Their affair wasn't new, but today was different—the house was empty, and they were filled with lust. When the devar arrived, his eyes held the same mischief that was in Bhabhi's heart. She took him straight to her room, where soft light filtered through a small window. They moved closer, and a long, hot kiss set their bodies on fire. Bhabhi's lips were glued to his, their breaths mingling. The devar's hand slowly moved to her tight blouse, squeezing her big, soft boobs, making her moans echo through the room. Her face showed a mix of shame and excitement, but she didn't stop him. He took off his shirt, stood behind her, and kissed her neck while slowly unhooking her blouse. As the bra opened, her heavy, hanging tits spilled out, and his eyes lit up. He grabbed them with both hands, squeezing and mauling them, while she kept moaning. He pulled her into his arms and started sucking on her boobs, her body trembling at every touch. She started rubbing his body, running her hands over his chest and pulling him closer. His grip tightened, alternating between squeezing and kissing her tits, and the pleasure was clear on her face. Their passion was crossing all limits, filling the room with their sighs and breath. Bhabhi gave him a naughty smile, and he pulled her toward the bed, ready to take their affair even deeper. They lost themselves in the intoxication of each other's bodies, every moment promising new pleasure.