08-11-2018, 01:46 AM
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As Anwar pressed his erection against her he felt bigger than her husband. Anitya had to suppress the sudden urge to reach between their bodies and touch him. Married women weren't supposed to think like this, but they weren't supposed to go to pick up bars alone either, or dance with handsome men not their husband. She felt like a college girl again, dancing with someone she'd met at a party. She'd had a few one night stands ... not a lot, but one or two -- okay, four -- and this felt like one of those times --slow dancing with a really hot guy after drinking too much. Anwar pressed his cheek against hers, saying something into her ear. It was so loud she couldn't hear, so she reflexively turned her head towards his, and as she did her lips brushed against his.
Not missing a beat, Anwar leaned in and pressed his lips against Anitya's. He kissed her softly. The first one was brief, like putting a foot in the pool to test the water. When Anitya didn't pull away, he leaned in and kissed her again. This time his mouth opened, and after a moment Anitya's did too. He gently pulled her closer, and they explored each other's mouths, abandoning any pretense of dancing. Anitya put her arms around Anwar's neck (moving from his waist), and Anwar caressed her back. His cock throbbed as he quickly confirmed the lack of a bra strap.
Anitya felt lightheaded and dizzy. Things were going too fast. She hadn't been with another man since meeting Siddharth over 5 years ago. And yet here she was, making out with a man she'd just met in the middle of a bar, and loving every second of it. She couldn't remember the last time she felt so turned on.
Siddharth clenched his fists. What the hell was she doing? Letting a complete stranger kiss her, grope her? In the middle of a bar? What if someone we know walks in? It wasn't supposed to be like this. Just flirting, maybe a little touching. But not this! What the fuck?! He's squeezing her ass. Now he's reaching under her skirt. Isn't she going to stop him? Fuck, he's raising her skirt. Siddharth's eyes bulged as his wife's lacy stocking tops and then the straps of her garter belt came into view. This was too much, he had to stop it.
Anwar caressed the heavy lace of Anitya's stocking tops and felt ready to explode in his pants. Then he ran his fingers along the straps of her garter belt, feeling the pretty woman shiver as his fingers touched her bare skin. Normally he didn't grope a girl like this in public, but he couldn't resist with this hottie. She had a tight body and soft lips, and the fact she went braless and wore stockings made her irresistible. He couldn't wait to sink his big cock into her pussy.
Not missing a beat, Anwar leaned in and pressed his lips against Anitya's. He kissed her softly. The first one was brief, like putting a foot in the pool to test the water. When Anitya didn't pull away, he leaned in and kissed her again. This time his mouth opened, and after a moment Anitya's did too. He gently pulled her closer, and they explored each other's mouths, abandoning any pretense of dancing. Anitya put her arms around Anwar's neck (moving from his waist), and Anwar caressed her back. His cock throbbed as he quickly confirmed the lack of a bra strap.
Anitya felt lightheaded and dizzy. Things were going too fast. She hadn't been with another man since meeting Siddharth over 5 years ago. And yet here she was, making out with a man she'd just met in the middle of a bar, and loving every second of it. She couldn't remember the last time she felt so turned on.
Siddharth clenched his fists. What the hell was she doing? Letting a complete stranger kiss her, grope her? In the middle of a bar? What if someone we know walks in? It wasn't supposed to be like this. Just flirting, maybe a little touching. But not this! What the fuck?! He's squeezing her ass. Now he's reaching under her skirt. Isn't she going to stop him? Fuck, he's raising her skirt. Siddharth's eyes bulged as his wife's lacy stocking tops and then the straps of her garter belt came into view. This was too much, he had to stop it.
Anwar caressed the heavy lace of Anitya's stocking tops and felt ready to explode in his pants. Then he ran his fingers along the straps of her garter belt, feeling the pretty woman shiver as his fingers touched her bare skin. Normally he didn't grope a girl like this in public, but he couldn't resist with this hottie. She had a tight body and soft lips, and the fact she went braless and wore stockings made her irresistible. He couldn't wait to sink his big cock into her pussy.
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