08-11-2018, 02:33 AM
(This post was last modified: 21-04-2019, 10:26 PM by Ramesh_Rocky. Edited 1 time in total. Edited 1 time in total.)
She looked again at her husband. He was still stroking his cock. She looked into his eyes. "Are you sure?" she silently asked. Reading her mind, Siddharth nodded eagerly. Seeing him like that, his face a picture of frenzied lust, Anitya understood what her husband wanted. For the first time she truly understood the wild extent of his demented fantasies.
As if making a decision, she looked back at Sumit's cock. Then she opened her lips and took him into her mouth.
Sumit moaned as he felt Anitya's lips envelope him. He could tell she wasn't used to his size, but she was doing a good job, better than good. He'd never had any girl so beautiful go down on him, it made it even more exciting. He wanted to wrap his hands around her head and thrust into her mouth, but he held back not wanting to hurt her. He'd done that to other girls, roughly fucked their face, to Avani, and to the many girls he'd bedded since they separated, but he didn't want to do that to Anitya, she was too special. But he couldn't resist touching her, so he reached down and fondled her breasts.
Anitya could barely take any of Sumit's cock in her mouth, he was just too thick. She loved the smell of him, the musty man smell. She felt his hands on her breasts and it felt good. She wanted to feel his hands on her bare skin. She released Sumit's cock and took off her turtleneck. She pulled off the hair tie and shook out her long hair. She reached behind her and unsnapped her bra. She looked over at her husband. His pants and shorts were around his ankles, showing off his thin, pale legs. Crazed lust filled his face, his lower lip drooping as he panted excitedly. His hand was wrapped around his penis. She noticed his hand completely engulfed his penis, she couldn't even see it. She'd known Sumit was bigger than her husband, but until now it had been an abstract thought. Now though, their immense size difference became real to her.
Anitya took off her bra and let it drop to the floor. She turned back to Sumit, seeing him stare at her chest. She waited for him to say something. When he didn't, she said timidly, "I guess not as big as Rashmi's, huh?"
Sumit finally tore his eyes from Anitya's tits and looked into her blue eyes. "They're the most beautiful breasts I've ever seen," he gushed sincerely, reaching with both hands and cupping her almost reverently.
Anitya was taken aback, and realized she'd been holding her breath. Until that moment, she hadn't realized how much it mattered to her what Sumit thought of her small breasts. She smiled bashfully, blushing from Sumit's compliment. She wrapped her hands around his rod and again took him into her mouth.
As if making a decision, she looked back at Sumit's cock. Then she opened her lips and took him into her mouth.
Sumit moaned as he felt Anitya's lips envelope him. He could tell she wasn't used to his size, but she was doing a good job, better than good. He'd never had any girl so beautiful go down on him, it made it even more exciting. He wanted to wrap his hands around her head and thrust into her mouth, but he held back not wanting to hurt her. He'd done that to other girls, roughly fucked their face, to Avani, and to the many girls he'd bedded since they separated, but he didn't want to do that to Anitya, she was too special. But he couldn't resist touching her, so he reached down and fondled her breasts.
Anitya could barely take any of Sumit's cock in her mouth, he was just too thick. She loved the smell of him, the musty man smell. She felt his hands on her breasts and it felt good. She wanted to feel his hands on her bare skin. She released Sumit's cock and took off her turtleneck. She pulled off the hair tie and shook out her long hair. She reached behind her and unsnapped her bra. She looked over at her husband. His pants and shorts were around his ankles, showing off his thin, pale legs. Crazed lust filled his face, his lower lip drooping as he panted excitedly. His hand was wrapped around his penis. She noticed his hand completely engulfed his penis, she couldn't even see it. She'd known Sumit was bigger than her husband, but until now it had been an abstract thought. Now though, their immense size difference became real to her.
Anitya took off her bra and let it drop to the floor. She turned back to Sumit, seeing him stare at her chest. She waited for him to say something. When he didn't, she said timidly, "I guess not as big as Rashmi's, huh?"
Sumit finally tore his eyes from Anitya's tits and looked into her blue eyes. "They're the most beautiful breasts I've ever seen," he gushed sincerely, reaching with both hands and cupping her almost reverently.
Anitya was taken aback, and realized she'd been holding her breath. Until that moment, she hadn't realized how much it mattered to her what Sumit thought of her small breasts. She smiled bashfully, blushing from Sumit's compliment. She wrapped her hands around his rod and again took him into her mouth.
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