08-11-2018, 03:00 AM
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This time Anitya couldn't keep from laughing. But she covered for it by turning her laugh into a pretend moan. "He's fucking you right now, isn't he?"
"Ugh, yeah," Anitya said pretending to moan. Sumit covered his face with a pillow so Siddharth couldn't hear his laughter.
"Leave the phone by the bed, so I can listen."
Anitya felt bad for making fun of Siddharth, so she said, "I can't – my phone's out of power. I'll tell you all about it later. Bye." Then she hit end.
Anitya threw a pillow at Sumit, and he laughed and jumped onto her. They wrestled and tickled, and then they fucked again.
After another long fuck session, they fell asleep in each other's arms. When they woke it was dark and they were both starving. Sumit wanted to order pizza but Anitya insisted on cooking. She didn't like fast food and anyway it was too fattening. She cooked some dal rice and a veetable gravy. After dinner they relaxed drinking wine. Anitya wore his jersey. He liked seeing her in it. She pointed at the pictures on the shelves. "Why do all your girls have big breasts?"
He laughed. "That really bothers you, doesn't it?"
Anitya frowned and crossed her arms over her chest. "It's just a question," she said testily.
Sumit knew her well enough now to realize she was about to lose her temper, so he backed off. "If I tell you the reason why, you have to promise not to laugh or get mad." As he hoped, Anitya relaxed and nodded her head. "You're going to think this is a typical guy thing, but sometimes with a girl with big breasts, you know, I can, I mean ..."
He struggled to find the politically correct words when Anitya blurted out, "You can fuck her tits."
He exhaled. "Well ... yeah ..."
"Well then just say it. You like big boobs because you like tit fucking. It's not like it's a big guy secret."
He looked wary. "You said you wouldn't get mad."
She scowled at him. "I'm only mad because you've never tried to fuck my tits!"
"Ah ... what?" Sumit looked at Anitya's breasts. In his jersey she looked flat chested.
Anitya got up and grabbed his hand. "Come on," she said dragging him to his bedroom. She pointed at the bed. "Sit!" she commanded. She grabbed her purse and a few clothes and went into the bathroom, closing the door. When she emerged 15 minutes later the sight of her took Sumit's breathe away. She'd done her hair and makeup and looked incredibly beautiful. She'd taken off the jersey and wore only her bra and pantyhose from last night. Her long legs looked simply incredible in the hose, and he loved it the way the nylon went over her flat tummy, ending just below her belly button. As Sumit watched she sat and put on her high heels. As she leaned over to buckle the thin ankle straps, her long hair brushed across the floor.
Anitya got on the bed, on her back. "Come here," she beaconed softly. Her commanding tone of a moment ago had disappeared. On his knees, Sumit moved towards her head. "Straddle me," she said, and Sumit did as she asked, his hard cock between her small breasts. She reached up and ran her fingers over his chest, tracing along his muscular biceps and the ridges of his 6 pack. The feeling was exquisite and then it got even better as she replaced her finger tips with her long manicured finger nails, lightly scrapping enticingly across his chest.
Finally she took his shaft in her hands and softly stroked him, looking into his eyes. She barely held him, her hands around his shaft but barely gripping him, teasingly moving back and forth like a feather on his sensitive flesh, all the while looking at him with her sweet blue eyes. He wanted her to grip him tighter but she refused, continuing her slow tease.
"Ugh, yeah," Anitya said pretending to moan. Sumit covered his face with a pillow so Siddharth couldn't hear his laughter.
"Leave the phone by the bed, so I can listen."
Anitya felt bad for making fun of Siddharth, so she said, "I can't – my phone's out of power. I'll tell you all about it later. Bye." Then she hit end.
Anitya threw a pillow at Sumit, and he laughed and jumped onto her. They wrestled and tickled, and then they fucked again.
After another long fuck session, they fell asleep in each other's arms. When they woke it was dark and they were both starving. Sumit wanted to order pizza but Anitya insisted on cooking. She didn't like fast food and anyway it was too fattening. She cooked some dal rice and a veetable gravy. After dinner they relaxed drinking wine. Anitya wore his jersey. He liked seeing her in it. She pointed at the pictures on the shelves. "Why do all your girls have big breasts?"
He laughed. "That really bothers you, doesn't it?"
Anitya frowned and crossed her arms over her chest. "It's just a question," she said testily.
Sumit knew her well enough now to realize she was about to lose her temper, so he backed off. "If I tell you the reason why, you have to promise not to laugh or get mad." As he hoped, Anitya relaxed and nodded her head. "You're going to think this is a typical guy thing, but sometimes with a girl with big breasts, you know, I can, I mean ..."
He struggled to find the politically correct words when Anitya blurted out, "You can fuck her tits."
He exhaled. "Well ... yeah ..."
"Well then just say it. You like big boobs because you like tit fucking. It's not like it's a big guy secret."
He looked wary. "You said you wouldn't get mad."
She scowled at him. "I'm only mad because you've never tried to fuck my tits!"
"Ah ... what?" Sumit looked at Anitya's breasts. In his jersey she looked flat chested.
Anitya got up and grabbed his hand. "Come on," she said dragging him to his bedroom. She pointed at the bed. "Sit!" she commanded. She grabbed her purse and a few clothes and went into the bathroom, closing the door. When she emerged 15 minutes later the sight of her took Sumit's breathe away. She'd done her hair and makeup and looked incredibly beautiful. She'd taken off the jersey and wore only her bra and pantyhose from last night. Her long legs looked simply incredible in the hose, and he loved it the way the nylon went over her flat tummy, ending just below her belly button. As Sumit watched she sat and put on her high heels. As she leaned over to buckle the thin ankle straps, her long hair brushed across the floor.
Anitya got on the bed, on her back. "Come here," she beaconed softly. Her commanding tone of a moment ago had disappeared. On his knees, Sumit moved towards her head. "Straddle me," she said, and Sumit did as she asked, his hard cock between her small breasts. She reached up and ran her fingers over his chest, tracing along his muscular biceps and the ridges of his 6 pack. The feeling was exquisite and then it got even better as she replaced her finger tips with her long manicured finger nails, lightly scrapping enticingly across his chest.
Finally she took his shaft in her hands and softly stroked him, looking into his eyes. She barely held him, her hands around his shaft but barely gripping him, teasingly moving back and forth like a feather on his sensitive flesh, all the while looking at him with her sweet blue eyes. He wanted her to grip him tighter but she refused, continuing her slow tease.
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