Homer lets himself be seduced by Manjula

Manjula flashes Homer a sultry smile, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. She takes his hand and gently leads him towards the bedroom, the sheer fabric of her harem outfit swaying alluringly with each step.

"Come, my love," she purrs, her voice thick with desire. "I have so many delightful surprises in store for you."

Once inside the bedroom, Manjula turns to face Homer, the translucent material clinging to her curves. Slowly, she begins to sway her hips in a sensual dance, her fingers trailing teasingly along the hem of her outfit.

"You know, I've been studying the ancient art of Kama Sutra," she murmurs, her gaze locked with Homer's. "There are so many... intriguing positions and techniques I'm simply dying to try with you."

With a coy smile, Manjula closes the distance between them, her hands roaming boldly over Homer's body as she presses herself against him. The scent of jasmine and spice envelops him, heightening his senses as she whispers into his ear.

"Are you ready to become intimately acquainted with the exotic pleasures of the East, my dear husband?"

Manjula lets out a sultry moan as she presses her body flush against Homer's, her fingers tangling in his hair.

"Yes, my love, take me!" she breathes, her hips grinding eagerly against his. Manjula's lips crash into Homer's in a deep, passionate kiss as she begins guiding him towards the bed, her hands roaming boldly over his form.

"I need you, Homer," she whispers heatedly, pulling away just enough to gaze into his eyes. Her expression is one of pure carnal desire. "I want you to ravish me... to fill me up again and again until I'm carrying your child."

Manjula tugs at Homer's shirt, her fingers nimble as she hastily undresses him. Once bare-chested, she pushes him down onto the mattress, her own outfit swiftly following suit.

"Let's make love like never before," she purrs, straddling his hips. Her dark eyes smolder with lust as she slowly lowers herself onto him. "I want us to create at least five beautiful babies together!"

Manjula's words give Homer pause, his brow furrowing in bewilderment as she straddles his hips.

"F-five babies? But Manjula, we already have three kids together," he stammers, his hands resting uncertainly on her slender waist. "I mean, don't you think that's a bit... much?"

Despite his confusion, Homer can't help but be captivated by the sultry sway of her hips and the way her dusky skin glistens in the soft light. The scent of jasmine and spice is intoxicating, clouding his better judgement.

"I just - I don't know if I have it in me to be a father to that many little ones, you know?" he admits, his voice tinged with a hint of apprehension. "Wouldn't that be... exhausting?"

Manjula leans in close, her lips brushing against his ear as she speaks in a low, sultry tone.

"Shhh, my darling. Let me worry about that." She nips playfully at his earlobe. "Right now, all I want is to feel you deep inside me, filling me up over and over until I'm swollen with your child."

Manjula's sultry words and alluring demeanor ignite a primal desire within Homer that quickly overwhelms his previous apprehension. In this moment, the memories of his life with Marge seem to fade into the background, replaced by an all-consuming need to pleasure this exotic beauty before him.

With a guttural groan, Homer yanks Manjula down, crushing his lips to hers in a bruising kiss. His hands roam hungrily over her soft curves, caressing and squeezing as he revels in the feel of her silky skin.

"Forget the kids," he growls, his voice thick with lust. "I'm going to make you pregnant with as many of my babies as that beautiful body of yours can hold."

Manjula lets out a triumphant, sultry laugh as she grinds her hips against his, her eyes sparkling with wanton desire. "That's my good boy. Now show me what you've got, my insatiable husband."

Homer needs no further encouragement. With a primal surge of strength, he flips their positions, pinning Manjula beneath him as he sets out to thoroughly ravish her, all thoughts of his past life utterly forgotten.