17-11-2019, 07:25 AM
He felt her legs release around him. He stood up and pulled her up to him. They kissed for the first time, as sweetly and tenderly as if they were lovers . . . except for the taste of her salty juices in their open mouths.
Would it end there? Would there be no release for the pounding in his groin, for the aching desire in his painfully erect cock?
She pushed her hips into him, pressing her pubis into him. Relieved, he let his hands wanter down her back to her ass, which he pulled toward him, feeling her grind against him.
He reached under her thong to feel the smoothness and warmth of her derrière against his palms. He rubbed her luscious rump lasciviously, not believing that he was touching her there, where his gaze had always lingered whenever she walked away from him, her hips swaying lazily from side to side.
He felt her hand slide to th bulge of his cock from outside the trousers. She stroked, barely at first, but then firmer, feeling the delight .
Oh, but what sweet torture this was -- if she didn't show him some mercy, he would surely explode and die right there in the changing room.
She rescued him . . . her lovely long fingers found the top of the zipper of his trisers and pulled it down, they found the button of his trousers and undid them.
His cock, jumped out of his pants, already rendering the little thong briefs he was wearing useless.
Would she? Would she??? Yes, she wrapped her hand around his raging cock, and squeezed, gently moving her hand in an up-and-down motion.
It was incredible, unbelievable, feeling her hand rub him. He had never felt such pleasure.
There was no stopping him now. He stepped back, pulled off his jeans and briefs in one movement, barely pausing to kick off his shoes. His grateful cock, finally released from all the constraining material, sprang forward, hard and erect, but weighted down somewhat from all the blood that had rushed into it.
It gave the skin of his cock a reddish glow.
There could be no doubt in her mind, from his raging erection, from the way his eyes looked desperately into hers, that he was going to penetrate her.
He almost ran at her, in that tiny space, grabbing at her hips and lifting her. She felt her feet rise off the ground, and wrapped her legs around his hips.
Her back fell against the wall of the changing room, supporting her.
By now Katrina had taken off her lace bra revealing her breasts to Abhishek’s pleasure .
He felt the head of his cock against her sopping wet mound. It was electric, the way his cock brushed against her hairs, against her lips, sending goosebumps to his arms.
He buried his face in the wonderful mounds of her breasts, feeling her nipples against his lips.
With an insistent thrust of his hips, his cock broke through the slight resistance at the opening of her pussy, plunging deep into her silky wetness.
They paused. And looked at each other. Her face was so beautiful. How often had he seen that face in his dreams.
And now he was finally inside her. And looking into her eyes, as he felt the length of his erect shaft against the insides of her hot, tight, wet walls.
And then, like a madman, he was thrusting into her, savouring the feeling as the whole length of his hard prick plunged into her and then back out, with each thrust of his buttocks.
She urged him on, drawing him into her with her powerful legs, toned from endless sessions on the elliptical machine at the gym.
There was no way he could hold back. They say that it is harder for women to cum, that you should let the woman cum first, that once she is done, you could spend yourself inside her.
But there was no way.
He came inside her on an inward thrust. He felt his cock spewing his semen into her.
He felt the convulsions in his penis, in his groin, his stomach, up his spine, down his legs. With his whole being, he exploded into her, and kept coming for what seemed forever.
He felt like he had filled her with gallons of his semen.
Exhausted, he stopped his motion. She unwrapped her legs and let them fall to the floor.
She looked up at him, and again they kissed, their lips soft and sweet. When at last they pulled apart, he knew that this all was never going to be the same.
Katrina immediately got up and after putting her bra back on , she covered herself with Abhishek’s red shirt and moved outside the dressing quarter .
Meanwhile Abhishek stayed behind trying to catch his breath and clean the cum off the shaft of his cock .
But before Katrina could adapt to her surroundings Aishwarya stepped inside through the door .
“Do you need something “ , Katrina asked her ..
But Aishwarya didn’t listen to her question as she tried to remember where she had seen the shirt Katrina was wearing at the moment .
“Excuse Me !! “ , Katrina interrupted .
“Ohh actually I am not able to find my headache medicine inside the suitcase … So I wanted to check out Abhishek suitcase to see if it had been kept inside that by mistake “ .
But before Katrina could answer something a voice came up from inside the dressing quarter …
“Katrina !!! this is the best fucking session I have experienced in years !!! “ , Abhishek shouted ..
Aishwarya immediately drew a rough estimation in her minds of what had happened between Abhishek and Katrina
She immediately slided the glass door of the dressing quarter open to find her husband trying to clean the cum of his cock with a paper napkin .
Aishwarya just went livid at the sight as she picked up the flower vase and threw it at Abhishek’s face ..
“You bastard , I am going to show you know how feels to find that your spouse is fucking someone else “ …
“I …am …sorry “ , Abhishek tried to apologize as he tried to stop the bleeding with his hands .
“I am going to fuck someone right in front of you and make you realize the mistake you have just committed “ .
Aishwarya filled with rage and anger went back to her room ..
Would it end there? Would there be no release for the pounding in his groin, for the aching desire in his painfully erect cock?
She pushed her hips into him, pressing her pubis into him. Relieved, he let his hands wanter down her back to her ass, which he pulled toward him, feeling her grind against him.
He reached under her thong to feel the smoothness and warmth of her derrière against his palms. He rubbed her luscious rump lasciviously, not believing that he was touching her there, where his gaze had always lingered whenever she walked away from him, her hips swaying lazily from side to side.
He felt her hand slide to th bulge of his cock from outside the trousers. She stroked, barely at first, but then firmer, feeling the delight .
Oh, but what sweet torture this was -- if she didn't show him some mercy, he would surely explode and die right there in the changing room.
She rescued him . . . her lovely long fingers found the top of the zipper of his trisers and pulled it down, they found the button of his trousers and undid them.
His cock, jumped out of his pants, already rendering the little thong briefs he was wearing useless.
Would she? Would she??? Yes, she wrapped her hand around his raging cock, and squeezed, gently moving her hand in an up-and-down motion.
It was incredible, unbelievable, feeling her hand rub him. He had never felt such pleasure.
There was no stopping him now. He stepped back, pulled off his jeans and briefs in one movement, barely pausing to kick off his shoes. His grateful cock, finally released from all the constraining material, sprang forward, hard and erect, but weighted down somewhat from all the blood that had rushed into it.
It gave the skin of his cock a reddish glow.
There could be no doubt in her mind, from his raging erection, from the way his eyes looked desperately into hers, that he was going to penetrate her.
He almost ran at her, in that tiny space, grabbing at her hips and lifting her. She felt her feet rise off the ground, and wrapped her legs around his hips.
Her back fell against the wall of the changing room, supporting her.
By now Katrina had taken off her lace bra revealing her breasts to Abhishek’s pleasure .
He felt the head of his cock against her sopping wet mound. It was electric, the way his cock brushed against her hairs, against her lips, sending goosebumps to his arms.
He buried his face in the wonderful mounds of her breasts, feeling her nipples against his lips.
With an insistent thrust of his hips, his cock broke through the slight resistance at the opening of her pussy, plunging deep into her silky wetness.
They paused. And looked at each other. Her face was so beautiful. How often had he seen that face in his dreams.
And now he was finally inside her. And looking into her eyes, as he felt the length of his erect shaft against the insides of her hot, tight, wet walls.
And then, like a madman, he was thrusting into her, savouring the feeling as the whole length of his hard prick plunged into her and then back out, with each thrust of his buttocks.
She urged him on, drawing him into her with her powerful legs, toned from endless sessions on the elliptical machine at the gym.
There was no way he could hold back. They say that it is harder for women to cum, that you should let the woman cum first, that once she is done, you could spend yourself inside her.
But there was no way.
He came inside her on an inward thrust. He felt his cock spewing his semen into her.
He felt the convulsions in his penis, in his groin, his stomach, up his spine, down his legs. With his whole being, he exploded into her, and kept coming for what seemed forever.
He felt like he had filled her with gallons of his semen.
Exhausted, he stopped his motion. She unwrapped her legs and let them fall to the floor.
She looked up at him, and again they kissed, their lips soft and sweet. When at last they pulled apart, he knew that this all was never going to be the same.
Katrina immediately got up and after putting her bra back on , she covered herself with Abhishek’s red shirt and moved outside the dressing quarter .
Meanwhile Abhishek stayed behind trying to catch his breath and clean the cum off the shaft of his cock .
But before Katrina could adapt to her surroundings Aishwarya stepped inside through the door .
“Do you need something “ , Katrina asked her ..
But Aishwarya didn’t listen to her question as she tried to remember where she had seen the shirt Katrina was wearing at the moment .
“Excuse Me !! “ , Katrina interrupted .
“Ohh actually I am not able to find my headache medicine inside the suitcase … So I wanted to check out Abhishek suitcase to see if it had been kept inside that by mistake “ .
But before Katrina could answer something a voice came up from inside the dressing quarter …
“Katrina !!! this is the best fucking session I have experienced in years !!! “ , Abhishek shouted ..
Aishwarya immediately drew a rough estimation in her minds of what had happened between Abhishek and Katrina
She immediately slided the glass door of the dressing quarter open to find her husband trying to clean the cum of his cock with a paper napkin .
Aishwarya just went livid at the sight as she picked up the flower vase and threw it at Abhishek’s face ..
“You bastard , I am going to show you know how feels to find that your spouse is fucking someone else “ …
“I …am …sorry “ , Abhishek tried to apologize as he tried to stop the bleeding with his hands .
“I am going to fuck someone right in front of you and make you realize the mistake you have just committed “ .
Aishwarya filled with rage and anger went back to her room ..
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