08-11-2018, 02:24 AM
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"How'd it go?" Siddharth asked when she walked in the door, disappointed she was home so early.
"Come on," Anitya said grabbing his arm. Entering their bedroom, she pushed him onto the bed. She took off her high heels and then her pants.
Siddharth smiled as his wife straddled his chest. "So you had fun with Sumit?"
"Shut up," she snapped, pinning his arms with her knees. "This is what you like, isn't it?" she hissed ripping a hole in her pantyhose. "You want this?" she taunted pulling her panties to the side revealing her wet pussy. "Lick me," she ordered lowering herself on his face.
She rolled her head back as Siddharth tongued her clit. The meeting at Sumit's had been humiliating. She'd made a fool of herself, practically throwing herself at Sumit and then finding out he had a date. She'd acted like an idiot prancing around Sumit's house and giving him a peek at her small breasts, when clearly what he wanted was the double Ds of Rashmi. She felt so foolish.
But god, he'd looked so good in that towel. He'd gotten her so hot. Just being in the same room with him made her skin tingle. But she'd never been so embarrassed or felt so rejected opening the door and seeing Rashmi, and it had all been Siddharth's fault. He was the one pushing her to do these things, and she'd decided in the car she was going to make him pay. So she grabbed his hair tight so it hurt and rubbed her pussy against his mouth. "Yeah, yeah, yeah," she moaned. Siddharth had always been good at eating pussy. She clamped Siddharth's head between her strong dancer's thighs, and roughly rubbed her cunt over his face, moving his head where she wanted by roughly pulling his hair not caring whether it hurt. "Yes!" she grunted as she came grinding hard on Siddharth's face.
She rolled off Siddharth and saw the confused look in his face. She immediately felt bad. It wasn't his fault. Yes, he was pushing her to do things, but she was a willing participant, more than that really because she found the games terribly thrilling. She was about to mount him to give him relief – she'd fuck him really good to make it up to him -- when the phone rang. She would have ignored it but she saw it was Ayesha. She decided to talk to her to further head off Ayesha blabbing at work and starting rumors she'd rather not have to deal with.
"Okay Anitya who is Sumit!" Ayesha said as soon as Anitya answered.
Anitya was about to repeat her earlier story when she thought of a better way to make it up to her husband. She smiled slyly at Siddharth and pressed the SPEAKER button on the telephone. "I told you Ayesha, Sumit is a guy I know from the temple." Anitya stood up and put her heels back on, smiling at Siddharth the entire time. He loved it when she pranced about in hose and high heels.
"Come on," Anitya said grabbing his arm. Entering their bedroom, she pushed him onto the bed. She took off her high heels and then her pants.
Siddharth smiled as his wife straddled his chest. "So you had fun with Sumit?"
"Shut up," she snapped, pinning his arms with her knees. "This is what you like, isn't it?" she hissed ripping a hole in her pantyhose. "You want this?" she taunted pulling her panties to the side revealing her wet pussy. "Lick me," she ordered lowering herself on his face.
She rolled her head back as Siddharth tongued her clit. The meeting at Sumit's had been humiliating. She'd made a fool of herself, practically throwing herself at Sumit and then finding out he had a date. She'd acted like an idiot prancing around Sumit's house and giving him a peek at her small breasts, when clearly what he wanted was the double Ds of Rashmi. She felt so foolish.
But god, he'd looked so good in that towel. He'd gotten her so hot. Just being in the same room with him made her skin tingle. But she'd never been so embarrassed or felt so rejected opening the door and seeing Rashmi, and it had all been Siddharth's fault. He was the one pushing her to do these things, and she'd decided in the car she was going to make him pay. So she grabbed his hair tight so it hurt and rubbed her pussy against his mouth. "Yeah, yeah, yeah," she moaned. Siddharth had always been good at eating pussy. She clamped Siddharth's head between her strong dancer's thighs, and roughly rubbed her cunt over his face, moving his head where she wanted by roughly pulling his hair not caring whether it hurt. "Yes!" she grunted as she came grinding hard on Siddharth's face.
She rolled off Siddharth and saw the confused look in his face. She immediately felt bad. It wasn't his fault. Yes, he was pushing her to do things, but she was a willing participant, more than that really because she found the games terribly thrilling. She was about to mount him to give him relief – she'd fuck him really good to make it up to him -- when the phone rang. She would have ignored it but she saw it was Ayesha. She decided to talk to her to further head off Ayesha blabbing at work and starting rumors she'd rather not have to deal with.
"Okay Anitya who is Sumit!" Ayesha said as soon as Anitya answered.
Anitya was about to repeat her earlier story when she thought of a better way to make it up to her husband. She smiled slyly at Siddharth and pressed the SPEAKER button on the telephone. "I told you Ayesha, Sumit is a guy I know from the temple." Anitya stood up and put her heels back on, smiling at Siddharth the entire time. He loved it when she pranced about in hose and high heels.
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