Rabiya lounged on her Dubai balcony, the evening heat clinging to her skin as her phone buzzed with a message from an unknown number. "Mrs. Rabiya, this is Anoop from the grocery app. Your last order had a missing item—care for a special delivery?" She smirked, typing back with sharp wit. "Special, huh? Or just fishing for tips? My husband handles the apps, but I handle the sass." Anoop replied instantly, pulling Jinto into a group chat. "Jinto here too—two boys, one app. We got your number legally, promise. Bet you’re the type who likes her deliveries... personal."
The banter heated up fast. Rabiya fired back, "Personal? Boys, I’m 36 and running this household solo while my man’s at work. You two delivery kids think you can handle a real woman?" Jinto shot, "Handle? We deliver more than groceries, Rabiya. Heard you’re home alone—want us to prove it?" Her pulse quickened, but she stayed strong, inviting them over with a teasing, "Fine, come by. But if you’re all talk, the door slams fast."
Anoop and Jinto arrived at her apartment, eyes roaming as she opened the door in a loose salwar. Witty jabs flew: "Look at you, all confident," Anoop grinned. "Bet that ass is as sharp as your tongue." Rabiya laughed, leading them in. "Talk less, show more, or I’ll send you packing." Tension crackled; soon hands explored, her strong grip pulling them close as clothes dropped.
On the living room floor, Rabiya took charge, dropping to her knees for a double blowjob that left both men groaning. She worked their cocks hard, tongue swirling until they were throbbing. "Not bad for delivery boys," she panted, standing to bend over the couch. Jinto thrust into her wet pussy from behind while Anoop claimed her mouth again, her ass jiggling with each powerful stroke.
Sweating and horny, the trio shifted; Rabiya rode Anoop reverse, her dripping pussy clenching as Jinto teased her ass. "You boys came prepared," she quipped breathlessly, grinding harder. They switched, pounding her in turns until she came hard, body shaking. The men followed, cum spilling across her skin as they panted in the afterglow.
Rabiya stood tall, wiping sweat from her brow with a satisfied smirk. "Not bad for round one, but next time bring better lines—and maybe the warehouse key."
The group chat pinged again before they even left, hinting at far dirtier deliveries ahead.
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