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They both breathed in deep and stayed silent. Away from everyone, Rita was once again overcome by the comfort in having Amit next to her. She was at ease but also nervous like a girl who had suddenly realised her raging crush on her cute, quiet neighbour and that he too probably felt that way?

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

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I stretch back.. I tilt the glass below my neck ever so lightly.. letting a couple of the white drops meet my valley and race down.. like they’re saying to you, “she’s talking, what are you waiting for?”

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).

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).

I loved the fact that we had begun our naughty weekend already!

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

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…” 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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“One eggs benedict, one English breakfast, 2 cappuccinos. Please allow us 20-25 minutes, ma’am”. We nodded in confirmation as our waitress turned away from our table.

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.