18-09-2021, 12:26 AM
Damn this is some good shit.' he thought. Steve continued to drain her until there was nothing left but softness and warmth beneath his mouth. He rested his face against her inner thigh, feeling it quiver. After a minute, he raised his head and looked at her. For the first time since he'd known her, he realized how beautiful the little housewife was.
Meghna lay there panting, her hair tangled about her face, her breasts heaving as she fought to calm her quaking body. Her eyes were heavy-lidded, and she looked like she was returning from some exquisite journey. Her lips were parted and slack. Pearls of sweat rolled off her hot skin, wetting the sheets beneath her. He had to touch her. He reached out a dark hand and pressed it to her belly just below her navel, palming her hot, wet skin and sliding it upward, feeling her musculature beneath. She was soft, so soft, and sighed with pleasure as his hand slid upward and palmed her breast, then gently pulled at the hard nipple. She gasped and continued to writhe, as her black neighbour moved over her cupping her other breast with his other hand. They were round and firm. He enjoyed feeling them and watching her reaction.
He pulled her to a sitting position, continuing to caress her breasts. She leaned back on her hands, offering them to him. He looked at the hard peaks and felt the urge to take them into his mouth. He did, sucking them one after the other, feeling Meghna arch into him.
'Damn,' he thought, 'She'll respond to everything.' He began to stroke the soft hair of her pussy. Meghna bucked then pulled her hips back from him, her eyes crazed.
"Wow, Steve. I never knew a woman could orgasm in this manner." she sighed contentedly.
Steve smiled as he too was taken by the passion. He noticed her gazing at his erection trying to break open his briefs. Meghna placed her hands on Steve's chest, and slowly smoothed over it to his strong shoulders, her eyes locked to his skin. She slid them back down and over his belly, then around his sides, moving closer to reach his muscled back. The old man closed his eyes at the feeling of her warm hands moving over him.
Meghna stood and pulled Steve up off the bed. She pressed her lips to the centre of his chest, gently still caressing him, then slowly ran her tongue over him causing him to shudder as she tasted his flesh. Her breathing increased as she tasted the masculine saltiness. She moved her mouth and lips over his chest and gently sucked his nipples. He gasped, and his hands came up to grip the small of her back, then also began to move over her soft skin, first moving upward, then down over the swell of her ass. She was so soft there.
Meghna began to sink lower and Steve moved his hands into her hair, massaging her gently as she kissed every ridge of his belly. Her breasts grazed his erection and he let out a groan as she moved to his waist and stuck her tongue under his waistband.
Shit. What was she doing to him? She was taking control. He felt her hands slip beneath either side of his boxers, and in one smooth motion she dropped, pulling them down to his feet. He stepped out of them.
Meghna knelt there, her black eyes wide as she looked at the cock straining at her. It was big - jet black with a purple head and the veins were popping out. She was never attracted to a penis, especially Prasad's. Travis's big cock had only given her nightmares but she stared at Steve's cock like a moth looking at a candle. How could such a thing look so beautiful to her now?
Meghna lay there panting, her hair tangled about her face, her breasts heaving as she fought to calm her quaking body. Her eyes were heavy-lidded, and she looked like she was returning from some exquisite journey. Her lips were parted and slack. Pearls of sweat rolled off her hot skin, wetting the sheets beneath her. He had to touch her. He reached out a dark hand and pressed it to her belly just below her navel, palming her hot, wet skin and sliding it upward, feeling her musculature beneath. She was soft, so soft, and sighed with pleasure as his hand slid upward and palmed her breast, then gently pulled at the hard nipple. She gasped and continued to writhe, as her black neighbour moved over her cupping her other breast with his other hand. They were round and firm. He enjoyed feeling them and watching her reaction.
He pulled her to a sitting position, continuing to caress her breasts. She leaned back on her hands, offering them to him. He looked at the hard peaks and felt the urge to take them into his mouth. He did, sucking them one after the other, feeling Meghna arch into him.
'Damn,' he thought, 'She'll respond to everything.' He began to stroke the soft hair of her pussy. Meghna bucked then pulled her hips back from him, her eyes crazed.
"Wow, Steve. I never knew a woman could orgasm in this manner." she sighed contentedly.
Steve smiled as he too was taken by the passion. He noticed her gazing at his erection trying to break open his briefs. Meghna placed her hands on Steve's chest, and slowly smoothed over it to his strong shoulders, her eyes locked to his skin. She slid them back down and over his belly, then around his sides, moving closer to reach his muscled back. The old man closed his eyes at the feeling of her warm hands moving over him.
Meghna stood and pulled Steve up off the bed. She pressed her lips to the centre of his chest, gently still caressing him, then slowly ran her tongue over him causing him to shudder as she tasted his flesh. Her breathing increased as she tasted the masculine saltiness. She moved her mouth and lips over his chest and gently sucked his nipples. He gasped, and his hands came up to grip the small of her back, then also began to move over her soft skin, first moving upward, then down over the swell of her ass. She was so soft there.
Meghna began to sink lower and Steve moved his hands into her hair, massaging her gently as she kissed every ridge of his belly. Her breasts grazed his erection and he let out a groan as she moved to his waist and stuck her tongue under his waistband.
Shit. What was she doing to him? She was taking control. He felt her hands slip beneath either side of his boxers, and in one smooth motion she dropped, pulling them down to his feet. He stepped out of them.
Meghna knelt there, her black eyes wide as she looked at the cock straining at her. It was big - jet black with a purple head and the veins were popping out. She was never attracted to a penis, especially Prasad's. Travis's big cock had only given her nightmares but she stared at Steve's cock like a moth looking at a candle. How could such a thing look so beautiful to her now?
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