Adultery Pakistani wife on an Indian Submarine by nandinimathur

[sarit11]

Still licking her breasts, I searched out the zipper on her skirt and yanked it down, then popped the button. She had to wiggle her hips to get the tight garment down them, and I pushed her panties down at the same time. And there, gleaming in the cold light from the fluorescent strip overhead, was the most beautiful sight in the world. Her tiny triangle of neatly-shaven blonde hair, almost the same color as the hair on her head, and, below it, the soft, delicate folds of her outer lips. Nandini has the most beautiful pussy I’ve ever seen. It’s so…private. Her outer lips are quite slender and remain tightly closed even when she’s really turned on, almost as if she’s shy. Her skin there is a beautiful, natural light tan and the golden hair is very soft. It doesn’t hide anything, shaved as it is, just points like an arrow to the heaven beneath. Whenever I see it, I always feel that I’m privileged. Especially because I was her first and only lover. I left her stockings and heels on. They made her already long legs look incredible. I slid my hand down her stockinged thigh, then up the bare flesh to cup her pussy. She groaned.

I smiled. I could see her fighting to control the noises she was making, but it was a losing battle. Nandini has always been a screamer.

I began to rub her gently there, stroking just my fingertips up and down the length of her silken lips. She drew in a huge, shuddering gasp. Her ass ground against the door. Her fast response was always a turn on for me—knowing that she could get going so quickly from just a few light touches. Her outer lips were still closed, but I eased a finger into her…just the tip at first, then slowly in. Yes—she was already wet inside and getting wetter.

My thumb found her clit and started to circle, rubbing the smooth skin of her hood against the nub. She started to thrash her head from side to side, her hips grinding against my hand. “Yes,” she whispered at last.

“Hmm?” I asked. “What’s that?”

“Yes,” she said, louder.

I started to fuck her with the finger, crooking the end of it so that I hit her most sensitive place.

“Ah!” she gasped. “Ah! Yes!”

I fucked her faster, feeling her getting wetter and wetter. Her naked ass was pushing hard against the door, now, grinding like a cat in heat. “F—fuck me,” she gasped.

I grabbed her and pulled her over to the lower bunk, laying her down on her back. The bunk was so narrow that she had to bend the knee nearest the wall while the other leg hung down off the side of the bunk. It was an obscene pose, and it made even her pussy lips flower open a little.

I scrambled out of my clothes. Then, as I rolled on a condom, I had an idea. “Say it in Hindi,” I said.

She stared up at me, momentarily aghast. But as I stood there stroking myself through the condom, her lust got the better of her. “Jor se karo,” she panted. “Jor se karo!” Fuck me. Fuck me!

I climbed between her legs and hunkered down over her. The sight of her lying there, naked save for stockings and heels, her gorgeous breasts rising and falling, was incredible. The lips of her sex were open from her position and I could glimpse the glistening moisture inside. I ran the rubber-covered head of my cock over her folds. “Tell me what you want,” I said.