01-03-2019, 05:07 PM
She slid to the floor in front of him to concentrate on the finish. One hand rested on the wall for support and the other hand had enough of his precum in it to let her brutally piston the cock.
Yogesh looked down and the sight of this woman kneeling in front of him, her maang full of sindoor (the parting of her hair, filled with vermilion as a sign of being married) as she fisted him was too much for him to take.
"Bhabheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee," he hissed as his cock spurted. Jet after jet of ropey cum gushed forth. The first blast was like a shot which leapt out of his cock. The next several jerks released his sperm in waves over her fist.
She timed every fuck of her fist to every blast and jerk from him. He shuddered and his head flailed as he gripped her shoulders, trying to guide her mouth to his cock.
She resisted his moves to have her mouth him turning her head to one side and she methodically, and rhythmically provided him the beat with which to release fully into her fist.
Her hands were a mess but she enjoyed the release of the young man; it was virile, energetic and wild and it provided her with a sense of conquest.
She held the rapidly receding jut of flesh in her hand as she continued to pump him to deliver all the pleasure he could take. When the cock had shrunk fully, she rolled the blob of flesh between thumb and forefinger and watched as his head still jerked and lolled.
She withdrew her hand, streaked with cum. She rubbed her hand against the wall, smearing the cum there. She noticed the mark the smear made and idly wondered that whenever she crossed that way, only she would know what it meant.
The boy's pajamas were pooled around his knees and he was sagging under the weight of his mighty release.
He was totally in love with this woman; the first to touch him, and how! He was sure he could bed her. It was just a question of timing.
Binita rose to face the young man. Their eyes met.
"Aaj Holi hai. Issey yahin bhool jao, chote," she said to him. (Today is Holi. Forget about this here and now, young fellow.)
Binita then walked up the few remaining steps to the upper floor for the second time that day to get into attire appropriate for Holi.
Yogesh looked down and the sight of this woman kneeling in front of him, her maang full of sindoor (the parting of her hair, filled with vermilion as a sign of being married) as she fisted him was too much for him to take.
"Bhabheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee," he hissed as his cock spurted. Jet after jet of ropey cum gushed forth. The first blast was like a shot which leapt out of his cock. The next several jerks released his sperm in waves over her fist.
She timed every fuck of her fist to every blast and jerk from him. He shuddered and his head flailed as he gripped her shoulders, trying to guide her mouth to his cock.
She resisted his moves to have her mouth him turning her head to one side and she methodically, and rhythmically provided him the beat with which to release fully into her fist.
Her hands were a mess but she enjoyed the release of the young man; it was virile, energetic and wild and it provided her with a sense of conquest.
She held the rapidly receding jut of flesh in her hand as she continued to pump him to deliver all the pleasure he could take. When the cock had shrunk fully, she rolled the blob of flesh between thumb and forefinger and watched as his head still jerked and lolled.
She withdrew her hand, streaked with cum. She rubbed her hand against the wall, smearing the cum there. She noticed the mark the smear made and idly wondered that whenever she crossed that way, only she would know what it meant.
The boy's pajamas were pooled around his knees and he was sagging under the weight of his mighty release.
He was totally in love with this woman; the first to touch him, and how! He was sure he could bed her. It was just a question of timing.
Binita rose to face the young man. Their eyes met.
"Aaj Holi hai. Issey yahin bhool jao, chote," she said to him. (Today is Holi. Forget about this here and now, young fellow.)
Binita then walked up the few remaining steps to the upper floor for the second time that day to get into attire appropriate for Holi.
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