Adultery A Marital Massage by joru ka ghulam

[sarit11]

I felt his hands, large and strong, grab my hips and pull me roughly against his raging penis. He thrust his member into my vagina and with the thrust, I felt my entire being weaken. He pushed so far inside that I felt that pain again, but it was different. This time, his head rubbed against my G-spot as he barged his way into my domain. My arms shook with weakness as they stressed to hold me in position. My head jerked back to the point where it touched my shoulders, and with it, a groan that was deep and throaty. My buttocks and vagina clinched, locking a hold around his penis which I could tell immediately that he enjoyed. With a swift pull, he was at my opening again, and preparing for entry.

Over and over again, he thrust himself deep within my inner walls, causing me to cum around his shaft countless times. My entire body was shaky and sweaty by the time he gave me the hardest ram of all. I could feel his semen shooting with a matched force into me. His heartbeat was undoubtedly forcing the seed to crash into my walls in perfect time. I could feel the thump-squirt-thump-squirt for what felt like an hour. I loved feeling a strange man's semen being sprayed into me. The thought of never before having this man's semen filling my vagina, was an incredible aphrodisiac. With this realization, I thrust my buttocks backwards, farther onto his penis, feeling that now familiar pierce of pain. I nearly sat upright, trying with all my will to swallow his member with my vagina.

I felt his semen quickly begin to ooze from my vagina onto his satisfied penis. He pulled completely out after giving me a gentle nudge forward. Still on my hands and knees, I watched as he wrapped his fingers around his organ, collecting as much of the spilled semen as possible. Then, with fingers and thumb covered, he allowed his juice to drip and slide onto my anus and further down to my vagina, which was so full already, it was beginning to drip on its own. Sometime in the next few moments, he got cleaned up and dressed. I collapsed into a more relaxed position on my side. He came over and smiled down at me. Hardayal brushed my hair gently from my face, peeling the strands still glued onto my skin by sweat. I felt weak and completely used. I loved it. I smiled back at him, not bothering to rise up and be the polite hostess. The times of polite hosting were definitely in the past now. Hardayal bent and kissed my cheek softly to say goodbye.

I didn't even watch as he left the room, as I could not. The moment Hardayal had stepped out of the room, my Husband Babanrao, who had gone almost wild with excitement at me having been so thoroughly used by Hardayal, pulled me to himself .I was beyond used up and filled up. Although I hadn't moved during the departure and entrance of Hardayal, I could tell my vagina was very stretched out, swollen and more full of semen, than I had ever thought was possible. My husband stood in front of me, standing before my exhausted form on the bed. I looked up at him, apprehensive of what I may see in his eyes. Somewhere in the recesses of my mind, I was worried I'd see betrayal, disgust and hatred in his eyes caused by a fantasy to reality gone badly. When my eyes did meet his, what I saw brought relief and a sudden spark of lust.