Bhabhi sat anxiously on the bed, her phone pressed tightly against her ear. She could hear her husband’s voice on the other end, but her mind was elsewhere. Devar had just walked into the room, a mischievous glint in his eye. Bhabhi tried to ignore him, focusing on her conversation, but it was no use. Devar approached her slowly, a smirk playing on his lips. Without warning, he reached out and ran his hand along Bhabhi’s thigh, causing her to gasp. She quickly covered her mouth, hoping her husband hadn’t heard. But Devar was relentless. He continued to touch and tease Bhabhi, his hands roaming her body while she tried in vain to maintain a normal conversation. Bhabhi’s face flushed with a mix of shame and excitement as she realized that Devar was about to fuck her right then and there, with her husband still on the line. She bit her lip, trying to stifle a moan as Devar pushed her onto her back and climbed on top of her. Bhabhi’s eyes closed in bliss as Devar entered her, his thick cock stretching her tight pussy. She could hear her husband’s voice, but it was distant, drowned out by the sound of her own heartbeat pounding in her ears. As Devar began to thrust, Bhabhi felt a wave of pleasure wash over her. She gripped the phone tightly, her knuckles turning white as she fought to keep her composure. But it was no use. The feeling of Devar’s cock pounding into her was too much to bear. With a muffled cry, Bhabhi orgasmed hard, her body trembling beneath Devar’s. She could only hope that her husband hadn’t heard, as she rode out the waves of pleasure, being fucked by her devar while still on the phone with him.