Adultery Pakistani wife on an Indian Submarine by nandinimathur

[sarit11]

She almost glared at me in frustration, but said, “Andar daalo!” Put it in me.

“Louder,” I said.

“Andar daalo!” she yelled.

I was rock hard, imagining the sailors on the other side of the wall, stroking their cocks while they heard her beg them to Put it in me! Put it in me!

I couldn’t hold back any longer. I pushed into her. For a second, her tightness resisted me. Then I sank into her depths, her heat blazing around me. God, she felt amazing. Tight and hot and silky smooth around me, and so wet. I slid in to half way and then drew back…all the way out. I wanted to experience the sensation of penetrating her again. That momentary resistance, before her body gave way. I pushed again, watching the anticipation build on her face…and then that vital instant when I breached her and my cock slid deep. This time, I went all the way in, as far as I could, and started to fuck her in earnest.

Even with one knee up and one leg off the bunk, she couldn’t open herself as wide as she normally would. The result was that she was tighter than normal, which only made it better. I’m not the biggest guy, but she fit me like a glove, like this.

I sped up. I was on my knees, my hands braced either side of her head. Unlike a bed, the bunk didn’t move at all so I could use all my energy to fuck her. I found I could go harder and faster than normal, and that had her tossing her long hair and bucking under me after just a minute or two. “Ah!” she gasped. “Yes! Yes!”

“Say it for them,” I panted.

“Haan! Haan, Haan!” Yes! Yes, yes!

I really started to pump into her, now. Her breasts were bouncing against my chest, her hard nipples scbanging against me. She was writhing and twisting, thrashing around, and the head of the bed would have been banging against the wall in a normal room. Even so, there was plenty for the sailors to hear. Nandini’s breathing had become a series of panting wails, and the beams that secured the bunk to the wall gave a satisfyingly loud squeak every time we moved.

“Haan!” she yelled “Haan! Haan!” Then, “Aur! Aur!” Harder! Harder!

I put everything I had into it, my ass rising and falling like a machine between her legs. I was going balls-deep into her on every stroke, now, racing towards my finish—

But she got there first. With a sudden, frenzied groan that turned into a high-pitched wail, she curled upward off the bunk, her head going to my shoulder. I could feel her muscles tighten around me, clutching at me, almost milking me. And it worked. On the next stroke, I went over the edge, shooting spurt after spurt of blazing cum into the condom.

I slumped on top of her. I could hear cheers and applause from the corridor outside. At almost the same moment, we felt a vibration run through the sub as the engines started up and we began to move. We were on our way.

I grinned. This trip was going to be fun.