Misc. Erotica My Wife Bindu Tasted by the Photographer (COMPLETED) - By Novelist Casanova

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Though he hugged my wife back and readily placed his hands over my wife’s ass cheeks over her saree, “mmmm.. Not like that, Bindu,” he said and broke the hug.  “Come and hug me like you love me and you want me desperately,” he said.  “Okay, ready?” he said.  “Yes,” my wife said and this time came walking towards him from at least a 4 feet distance and hugged the photographer, hitting her boobs against his chest and wrapped her arms around his shoulder and hugged him tight.  The photographer readily hugged my wife back and placed his hands over my wife’s ass cheeks over her saree again and started kissing my wife’s lips and my wife started kissing his lips back.  As he began tasting my wife’s lips, his hands were busy groping my wife’s ass cheeks and she was moving her ass cheeks uncomfortably, but she was kissing his lips back nicely.  As much as I was enjoying watching the photographer groping my wife’s ass and kissing her lips, I was enjoying the way my wife, who was hugging him and kissing his lips, now slowly started holding his face and kissing his lips back.  She was totally in his control now and was enjoying the way she was getting kissed on her lips, and was happily kissing his lips back.  As the photographer started to lose control and tried to dig his right hand between my wife’s ass crack over her saree, my wife began moving her ass uneasily.  “Wait, Bindu…” he said and all of a sudden broke the hug.  As their lips parted, my lips had turned reddish pink as the result of the photographer licking, sucking, chewing and tasting her naturally pink lips.  “What happened?” my wife asked in disappointment.  The photographer had clearly turned her on and got my wife in his control.  “Mmmmm… why were you moving uneasily when I was holding you, Bindu?  You are not wearing your panties inside?” he asked.  “I am wearing,” my wife said, breathing heavily and tried to hug him and kiss his lips, “are you sure?” he asked, trying to pull his lips a bit away from my wife.  “Yeah,” my wife whispered and tried to kiss his lips again.  “I can see you wearing a white color bra inside,” he whispered, drifting my wife’s blouse aside, “but are you sure you are wearing your panties inside,” he whispered, taking his lips close to my wife’s lips.  “Yeah,” my wife whispered, looking into his eyes and smiling at him and started kissing his lips.  Though he started kissing my horny wife’s lips back, and went down kissing her neck and cleavage and kissed her cleavage, and made her moan, he looked into her eyes again and licked his lips.  My wife opened her eyes, “what?” she whispered and smiled.  “Are you wearing your panties inside?” he whispered with his lips close to my wife’s lips.  As my hory wife was about to kiss his lips, “can I touch your panties?” he whispered.  As my wife whispered “okay,” and started kissing his lips, the photographer lifted my wife’s saree along with her petticoat from the front and inserted his right hand inside my wife’s black color panties and started fingering my wife’s pussy and at the same time started kissing my wife’s lips back.  “Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm…., “ my wife moaned arching her head back, letting him kiss her neck and cleavage at the same time fingering her pussy.