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Sucking, nibbling, chewing, biting, licking, pinching - an indian erotic story A modern real married couple Indian erotic story 🌹 I hummed along to the song playing in our car as my husband, Akash and I drove for a little getaway. Akash’s left hand wandered over to my right thigh.. slowly sliding over it, and I went off tune.. We both laughed. “I’m going to make you sing just like this. And it’s going to be a long song, baby.” I laughed even more.. - I fell back on the fres

My husband’s fingers. Under my saree. In our moving car. - an indian erotic short story

Arun, my husband, was relentless when he went down on me. He absolutely enjoyed himself between my legs, relishing each touch and moment.

Rahul slid his tongue deeper into Sheela’s pussy, almost like he was thirsty for days, his nose digging deeper into her clit.

Priya’s nipples were still so puffy and sore. And every time she thought of the moment, she could literally feel herself get wet (iykyk).

Sid, my husband, was relentless when he went down on me. He absolutely enjoyed himself between my legs, relishing each touch and moment.

A short erotic story... think of it as foreplay for later... 69 indian erotic story A real Indian married couple 69 erotic story 🌹 “You definitely know how to make my dick large and hard.” Raj’s words hit me smack dab in the middle of my pussy. “In the office, all day today, I fantasized about gently caressing your breasts and feeling your nipples harden beneath my fingertips. The way you moan when I lower my face to your breasts and suck your nipples.” I bit my lips as he c

I felt the cool railing in my palms, as I felt the breeze all over my breasts, and stomach. The cool wind flowed through my hair as I took a deep breath.

Pushing him back onto the bed, his legs on the floor, I kneel in front of him.

Devarji, a little perplexed at first, but stayed in the zone, and followed me. Trying to catch me before I could get my glass of water.

“Devarji…” I looked at him and whispered, drunk on passion. He smiled, nodding a no..

“I’m not letting you sleep tonight, bhabhijiii….!” Devarji hugged me from the back as we returned from a cousin’s wedding, late at night.

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I inhaled deeply as he opened the door and plonked into the driver’s seat. The scent was already making me a little heady; I imagined it clinging to my skin after we’d made love.

I leaned back, resting on my door, stretching my feet out carefully.

Focussing on the road, his thumb began massaging my clit.

It was time for a quick snack.

My lips were around his dick in an instant.

My lips were around his dick in an instant.

My back lay sticky on the backseat as Sudeep towered over me.