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Today, my husband left for work, and his friend, a tall, well-built man with a thick Indian accent, came over to fix the leaky faucet. I was in a tight, low-cut top and short skirt, trying to keep him company. His eyes lingered on my big, round ass and large, perky tits. I caught him staring and, instead of getting upset, I felt a warmth between my legs. I teased him, bending over to 'check' the faucet progress. He couldn't resist, pushing me against the counter, his rough hands grabbing my ass and pulling my skirt up. I was dripping wet, my hairy pussy aching for his big cock. He flipped me around, pushed my bra up, and buried his face in my tits while fingering my wet cunt. I moaned loudly, not caring if the neighbors heard. He picked me up, carried me to the bedroom, and fucked me hard, my loud moans filling the room. Just as we were about to cum together, I heard the front door open. My husband was home early!