Adultery Sunita's adventures by misterwho

[Ramesh_Rocky]

When she pulled down his underpants, his cock fully reflected his arousal at the sight of Sunita in this mood and attire. It was a full surging cock, hard as it had ever been, every vein full and distended, the smear of precum around the head testimony to her handiwork as of now.

As she leaned forward her necklace touched and the edge of the gold metalwork made him shrink. Her hand grabbed the full trunk of cock and she gently moved her hand forward and back. Pulling back slowly, till the entire cockhead was unsheathed and the precum oozed out. And then pulling forward fully till the head was completely fisted and pleasured. The jingle jangle of her bangles slowly acquired a rhythm as she set a pace for herself. As her hand pulled back and the cockhead unsheathed, she ran the thumb over the head and Shyam gasped and cried out, "Aaaaah!"

She was so skilful at harnessing the wetness of his cock and smearing it all over so her hand could pump mercilessly.

She now put one hand on the wall behind Shyam for support and the other hand fisted his cock expertly. Her face was downwards concentrating on his cock, her necklace swinging with her motions, and the gentle jangling of ornaments establishing a clear rhythm. Her lips hung open, the lower one wide and wet, the glistening saliva a spontaneous response to the delicious sight she beheld below.

She looked up at Shyam, and their eyes met. His head was thrown back but his eyes were downward drinking the sight of Sunita's small delicate hand, handling his cock and pleasuring him to levels of new madness. Her face muscles were clenched with the pent up sexual tension in her, and she could not smile at him as she was wont to. Looking at him, the only thing she felt was what her hand and fingers spoke to him. She increased the pace of her hand sliding up and down. The wetness was everywhere. She felt the thickness in her palm and her fingers played with the trunk of cock and the thumb ran over the head with each thrust.

She knew Shyam could not be made to cum so easily. But she had to leave. She now pulled back the skin a little bit more so the cockhead swelled up ever more. She paused. And then she fucked his cock with her hand hard and with a vengeance. She fisted hard in short rapid jerks as the clenched fist ran hard over the head several times. Her wrist ached and she changed hands. She looked like a slut now, working her miracles on an insatiable cock, her clothes and occasion a complete contrast to what she was doing. The top portion of her saree fell to the ground and she pounded at the cock wanting to make him cum.

Shyam reached down and pinched at her nipple through the blouse. She gasped. Her hand twisted on the cock. She felt the thickness swell. She knew he was near. "Cum, baby! Cum for your Sunita!" she pleaded with him. "Fill my hands with your cum, baby!"

Shyam felt the semen surging in his cock. He held her wrist. He needed her to allow it to spurt at its height. He modulated the fisting now. She looked up at him not comprehending what he was doing. His eyes were closed. He held her wrist and pulled back, allowing the sensation to build up. Then a quick move up and back. And time to allow the buildup. And then he moved her hand rapidly over his head only. As the eruption began, he pulled her wrist back completely so the sheath was pulled back. The head stood there swollen and ready for a second, and then the thick cum spewed out. A long arc of semen. She smiled, the wide open lower lip making the smile seem raunchy. She moved back a bit to let it fall. And yet one small speck flew and found her shoulder.