11-12-2023, 06:54 PM
(This post was last modified: 11-12-2023, 06:54 PM by Hotguy143. Edited 1 time in total. Edited 1 time in total.)
Sexy Lust Housewife - 4
While I pressed my lips, spreading the lipstick even over my thick lips, I remembered his lips. His stare sent a lot of messages like, then and there only, he wanted to drag me to a dark corner. He wanted to lift me, pressing his lips hungrily onto my lips and lifting my saree and fuck me raw and pulp.
My pussy was wet imagining this. Scolding myself, "I am married. Chi. Thu," I head back to the hall. As I was about to climb the steps, my heart stopped for a bit. I ran into the handsome man who towered in front of me. He spoke in a dominating voice, "Hey, beautiful."
I was stunned. I could not form any words, and my mouth stuck mum. I was blushing for a second before controlling myself to a serious look. He was damn smart looking with razor-sharp eyes. I finally framed my first question, "Do I know you?"
Him: No.
He stood watching a long time before speaking the next sentence, "I just found you very attractive. Stopped to convey that you look very gorgeous."
I reply, "I am sorry," with a serious look. He continued to smile, scanning all around my face. Staring at my lips, "Your soft lips look glossy. Did you apply lipstick now?" I was startled by his audacity. My nipples poked erect out of my blouse.
No man had dared to comment on my lips other than my husband. I utter in a slurry tone, "Hey, mister. I am married." He continues.. "Does it matter? I liked your looks. Is it wrong to enjoy the beauty?"
I was nervous in his presence. I correct my hair and fizzle my legs, breaking eye contact as I stare at his feet. I realized something. I quickly looked all around to ensure none of my friends caught me talking to this handsome stranger.
I felt like tasting his lips. He notices everything, catching me looking around. He spoke, "Nobody is here."
Me: Sorry. what? Why?
Tg : @hydguy01
Gmail : hydhotguy31
While I pressed my lips, spreading the lipstick even over my thick lips, I remembered his lips. His stare sent a lot of messages like, then and there only, he wanted to drag me to a dark corner. He wanted to lift me, pressing his lips hungrily onto my lips and lifting my saree and fuck me raw and pulp.
My pussy was wet imagining this. Scolding myself, "I am married. Chi. Thu," I head back to the hall. As I was about to climb the steps, my heart stopped for a bit. I ran into the handsome man who towered in front of me. He spoke in a dominating voice, "Hey, beautiful."
I was stunned. I could not form any words, and my mouth stuck mum. I was blushing for a second before controlling myself to a serious look. He was damn smart looking with razor-sharp eyes. I finally framed my first question, "Do I know you?"
Him: No.
He stood watching a long time before speaking the next sentence, "I just found you very attractive. Stopped to convey that you look very gorgeous."
I reply, "I am sorry," with a serious look. He continued to smile, scanning all around my face. Staring at my lips, "Your soft lips look glossy. Did you apply lipstick now?" I was startled by his audacity. My nipples poked erect out of my blouse.
No man had dared to comment on my lips other than my husband. I utter in a slurry tone, "Hey, mister. I am married." He continues.. "Does it matter? I liked your looks. Is it wrong to enjoy the beauty?"
I was nervous in his presence. I correct my hair and fizzle my legs, breaking eye contact as I stare at his feet. I realized something. I quickly looked all around to ensure none of my friends caught me talking to this handsome stranger.
I felt like tasting his lips. He notices everything, catching me looking around. He spoke, "Nobody is here."
Me: Sorry. what? Why?
Tg : @hydguy01
Gmail : hydhotguy31
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