28-02-2019, 05:17 PM
He reached for her head and tried to make her kiss him again, take him again. The cock had swollen to its previous state again.
But she could not. Not now. And she needed to check on Sunil and let him go, too.
She moved up to bring herself face to face with the prone student. "Today, only this much," said, patting the underside of his fully erect cock.
He started to reach for her, but she slapped his hand back. "There is lots I have for you," she assured him, squeezing the spongy mass with her hands. Yes, he was thick but she was able to handle him. "But not today."
She needed to assert herself in these experiments, of that she was very, very clear. There was only one way to get whatever she wanted and that was 'her way'.
The dazed student-wrestler had barely moved by the time he realized that his professor's wife was gone and she re-emerged in a new caftan. She lifted one leg on to the bed and nudged him to move on. The command and control was complete in the body language.
The student felt the need to protect what he had achieved in his audacious move today. He had been crazed enough with lust to try this stunt. He decided to count his blessings and wait for the next time.
After seeing him off, Nalini turned to the computer. Sunil was there.
"Hey! You there?" she asked, stating the obvious.
He was. He had already been at a high near cumming when the student had barged in. After a brief pause, when the raw and open display of sexuality came live on his screen, he had resumed masturbating and the sounds made him cum quick and big.
"Sorry! You saw what happened!" she offered by way of explanation.
He nodded dumbly.
"I guess that is what you meant by saying 'fuck, fuck, fuck'?" she said.
Again he nodded, speechless at the turn of events and the open display to him.
"Listen, I need to go wash up. And then he will be back," she said, her finger hovering over the disconnect button.
"You better plan your travel," she said to her online lover. "I owe you big," she promised him. It was part truth and part to mollify him for the moment.
"Shall I go, Sunil," she asked, her tone reverting to the sweet, innocent housewife one.
As her image disappeared, Sunil logged on to makemytrip.com to start to book tickets to the university-town.
But she could not. Not now. And she needed to check on Sunil and let him go, too.
She moved up to bring herself face to face with the prone student. "Today, only this much," said, patting the underside of his fully erect cock.
He started to reach for her, but she slapped his hand back. "There is lots I have for you," she assured him, squeezing the spongy mass with her hands. Yes, he was thick but she was able to handle him. "But not today."
She needed to assert herself in these experiments, of that she was very, very clear. There was only one way to get whatever she wanted and that was 'her way'.
The dazed student-wrestler had barely moved by the time he realized that his professor's wife was gone and she re-emerged in a new caftan. She lifted one leg on to the bed and nudged him to move on. The command and control was complete in the body language.
The student felt the need to protect what he had achieved in his audacious move today. He had been crazed enough with lust to try this stunt. He decided to count his blessings and wait for the next time.
After seeing him off, Nalini turned to the computer. Sunil was there.
"Hey! You there?" she asked, stating the obvious.
He was. He had already been at a high near cumming when the student had barged in. After a brief pause, when the raw and open display of sexuality came live on his screen, he had resumed masturbating and the sounds made him cum quick and big.
"Sorry! You saw what happened!" she offered by way of explanation.
He nodded dumbly.
"I guess that is what you meant by saying 'fuck, fuck, fuck'?" she said.
Again he nodded, speechless at the turn of events and the open display to him.
"Listen, I need to go wash up. And then he will be back," she said, her finger hovering over the disconnect button.
"You better plan your travel," she said to her online lover. "I owe you big," she promised him. It was part truth and part to mollify him for the moment.
"Shall I go, Sunil," she asked, her tone reverting to the sweet, innocent housewife one.
As her image disappeared, Sunil logged on to makemytrip.com to start to book tickets to the university-town.
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