Gutterbound

The men that mostly fucked Pooja was Indian, like her. They were workers, practically indentured servants, lured from their home country with the thoughts of achieving financial stability for their families. Instead, they were underpaid and overworked. And they took out their frustration on Pooja.

The benign Indian wife was in her bed. They were all talking Hindi. The biggest of the three was balls deep in pussy. He had about eight inches, and the color was the same as Pooja's sex. The second was impaled in her ass. He had about six inches, and he was the motion in the ocean, pounding Aaron's wife zealously. The smallest one was Aaron's size, and Pooja was sucking it. She wasn't passionate or anything, but she was giving it more attention than the way she lazily sucked her husband off. Pooja grunted as the workers used her holes, as Aaron tugged his small cock, the neglect only making him hotter.

When they came, the men left wordlessly, wiping their spent cocks off on her ass. Before Aaron could even get into bed with his wife, she was snoring. He sighed, turning out the lamp.