Weekend adventurous of priya with two hot neighbors

I, Priya, a 27-year-old caramel-skinned beauty from South India, found myself alone at home as my husband, Tarun, had to go on a business trip. I received an invitation to a neighborhood party, and I decided to go, eager to meet some new people.
As I walked into the party, I couldn't help but notice the way two young men, Sonu and Surya, looked at me from head to toe. Their eyes were full of desire, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. They approached me, introduced themselves, and invited me to their home for a cup of coffee. I agreed, feeling a rush of excitement.

The next day, I went to their house, wearing a sleevelwsd blouse and silk blue saree that accentuated my curves. I sat in between them on their couch, feeling their hands on my waist and sleeveless arms. Sonu leaned in and smooched me, while Surya licked my neck and kissed my cleavage. I felt a surge of desire and moaned with pleasure.
Sonu carried me to their bedroom, throwing me on the bed. He started to remove my saree, while Surya played with my tits and smooched me. I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with pleasure as they took turns fucking me in different positions.

"Fuck, you're so tight, Priya," Sonu groaned, as he thrust into me.
"Yes, give it to me harder," I begged, feeling the tension build up inside me.
Surya joined in, double-penetrating me, and I screamed with pleasure as I came hard. They continued to fuck me for the whole weekend, giving me multiple orgasms and making me feel more alive than I had in a long time.

As I left their house, feeling satisfied and exhausted, I couldn't help but think about the witty ending to this encounter.
"I'll never look at coffee the same way again," I joked, as I waved goodbye to Sonu and Surya.
The weekend with Sonu and Surya was an unforgettable experience, one that I would never forget. Their touch, their kisses, and their love-making were beyond my wildest dreams. I couldn't wait to see what other adventures awaited me in this neighborhood.
