Yesterday, 04:36 PM
I kept the rhythm slow and deep. Each time I sank fully into her, my wife’s breath caught and her hips rose to meet me. Her pussy was slick and tight around my cock. I could feel every small flutter of her body.
She turned her face into my neck. Her voice came out soft and broken.
“Did you… want him to keep touching me?”
I thrust in again, grinding deep, and stayed there. My hand under her ass pulled her closer.
“Yes.” The word was low against her ear. “When his hands were on your ass, squeezing your ass cheeks through your yellow chiffon saree… I wanted him to keep going. When he reached around and held your boobs… I stood there hard, watching.”
She moaned, quiet and helpless. Her legs tightened around my waist. I began to move again, still slow, pulling almost all the way out so she felt every inch, then filling her completely.
“And the pictures of your white panties,” I whispered. “When I saw them on the phone… how they were stretched over your pussy… I got even harder.”
Her nails dug into my back. She was trembling now, hips rolling up to take me deeper with every stroke.
“Rajesh… I am close…”
I kissed her mouth, open and hungry, and kept the same deep, unhurried pace. One hand stayed under her ass, holding her to me. The other cradled the back of her head. She clung to me, breathing fast, her pussy gripping my cock tighter and tighter as I moved inside her, both of us lost in the slow heat and the things I had just admitted.
My wife’s breathing turned ragged. Her hips kept rising to meet every slow thrust, taking my cock deeper each time. I stayed buried in her and ground forward, feeling her pussy flutter and tighten around me.
“Let go,” I whispered against her mouth. “I have you.”
She nodded, eyes half-closed, and clung harder. I kept the same deep, steady rhythm—pulling back until only the head remained inside her, then sinking all the way in, slow and full. Her thighs trembled against my sides. A soft, broken sound left her throat.
“Rajesh… don’t stop…”
I didn’t. I kissed her through it, one hand still cupping her ass, holding her open to me. Her pussy clenched hard around my cock. She came with a low, shaking moan, her whole body tightening, nails pressing into my back, hips jerking up as the orgasm rolled through her. I stayed deep, moving only in small, gentle thrusts, letting her ride it out against me.
When the peak eased she went soft under me, breathing fast, arms still locked around my neck. I kissed her cheek, her lips, her closed eyelids. My cock was still hard and throbbing inside her, wet with her.
She opened her eyes slowly and looked at me, flushed and dazed.
“You didn’t finish,” she whispered.
“Not yet.” I rocked into her once, deep and slow. “I want to stay inside you a little longer.”
She smiled, small and spent, and pulled me down for another kiss. Her legs stayed wrapped around me. I began to move again, unhurried, still hard, still deep, the quiet of the room around us and the heat of her body holding me exactly where I wanted to be.
I stayed deep inside her and began to move again, slower than before. My wife’s body was soft and open under me, still trembling with the last of her orgasm. Each gentle thrust drew a small, pleased sound from her throat. She kept her arms around my neck and her legs loosely hooked at my back, holding me close.
“You feel so good,” she whispered against my mouth. “Still so hard…”
I kissed her, long and unhurried, and rolled my hips in a deep, grinding stroke. My cock slid through the wet heat of her pussy, thick and sensitive. I could feel every flutter of her body around me.
“I don’t want to rush,” I said, voice low. “I want to feel you like this.”
She nodded, eyes soft, and tightened her legs a little, pulling me deeper. I kept the pace slow—long withdrawals, full, heavy returns—watching her face each time I filled her. Her boobs moved gently with the motion. Her hands wandered over my back, my shoulders, sometimes gripping when I sank all the way in.
After a while I shifted, sitting back on my heels and drawing her with me so she straddled my lap. She sank down onto my cock with a quiet gasp, arms looping around my neck, her white nighty long forgotten on the floor. I held her ass in both hands and guided her, letting her ride me at the same unhurried rhythm. She rocked slowly, forehead resting against mine, breathing with me.
“Like this?” she asked, soft.
“Yes.”
We stayed that way, kissing, moving together in the quiet room, my cock buried deep inside her, both of us warm and close, in no hurry for it to end.
My wife rocked on my lap, slow and deep. Her arms stayed looped around my neck. Each time she sank down, my cock filled her completely and she let out a small, shaky breath against my mouth. I held her ass in both hands, guiding the rhythm, feeling the soft weight of her settle onto me again and again.
“You are still so hard,” she whispered. Her forehead rested against mine. “I can feel every bit of you.”
I kissed her, open and gentle, and thrust up once to meet her. She moaned softly into the kiss. Her boobs pressed warm against my chest. I slid one hand up her back, keeping her close, while the other stayed on her ass, helping her move.
“I like watching you like this,” I said, voice low. “Taking me. Slow.”
She smiled against my lips and rolled her hips a little deeper. Her pussy gripped me, wet and tight. We stayed in that unhurried pace—her rising and sinking, me holding her, both of us breathing together. The room was quiet except for the soft sounds of our bodies and the occasional whisper of her white nighty still lying forgotten on the floor.
After a while she tightened her arms and spoke, almost shy.
“Do you want to finish inside me?”
I looked at her, still moving with her, still hard.
“Yes.”
She nodded, flushed and soft, and kissed me again. I held her ass more firmly and began to meet her movements with deeper, slower thrusts from below, staying buried in her, letting the heat build between us without rushing, both of us close and warm in the dim room.
I held her ass more firmly and thrust up into her, slow and deep. My wife sank down to meet me each time, her arms tight around my neck. Her breathing turned shaky.
“Ahh… Rajesh…” she moaned softly against my mouth. “You are so deep…”
The wet grip of her pussy around my cock grew tighter. I could feel the heat building low in my stomach, heavy and close.
“I am getting there,” I whispered, voice rough. A low groan left me. “Mmmh… fuck…”
She nodded, forehead still against mine, and rolled her hips a little faster, still gentle. Her boobs pressed soft against my chest.
“Yes… ahh… don’t stop…” she breathed. “I can feel you… mmmh…”
I kissed her, open and needy. My cock throbbed hard inside her.
“Stay just like this,” I groaned. “Ahh… I’m close… don’t stop…”
“Mmmh—yes… cum inside me…” she moaned, voice breaking. “Ahh… Rajesh…”
I thrust up harder once, then again, burying myself fully. A deep groan tore out of me.
“Ahh—fuck… I’m cumming… ahhh…”
I came deep inside her, pulsing thick and hot. My hips jerked up as I filled her.
“Mmmh—ahhh… yes…” she moaned with me, arms locked tight, pussy clenching softly around my cock. “I feel it… ahh… you’re cumming inside me…”
“Ahhh… fuck… so good…” I groaned against her mouth, still pulsing. “Mmmh…”
When the last pulse faded I stayed buried in her, breathing hard, forehead against hers. She kissed me, slow and sweet, small soft sounds still leaving her throat. We remained like that in the quiet room, still joined, warm and close, my cock softening gradually inside her while she rested against me, both of us quiet and spent.
She turned her face into my neck. Her voice came out soft and broken.
“Did you… want him to keep touching me?”
I thrust in again, grinding deep, and stayed there. My hand under her ass pulled her closer.
“Yes.” The word was low against her ear. “When his hands were on your ass, squeezing your ass cheeks through your yellow chiffon saree… I wanted him to keep going. When he reached around and held your boobs… I stood there hard, watching.”
She moaned, quiet and helpless. Her legs tightened around my waist. I began to move again, still slow, pulling almost all the way out so she felt every inch, then filling her completely.
“And the pictures of your white panties,” I whispered. “When I saw them on the phone… how they were stretched over your pussy… I got even harder.”
Her nails dug into my back. She was trembling now, hips rolling up to take me deeper with every stroke.
“Rajesh… I am close…”
I kissed her mouth, open and hungry, and kept the same deep, unhurried pace. One hand stayed under her ass, holding her to me. The other cradled the back of her head. She clung to me, breathing fast, her pussy gripping my cock tighter and tighter as I moved inside her, both of us lost in the slow heat and the things I had just admitted.
My wife’s breathing turned ragged. Her hips kept rising to meet every slow thrust, taking my cock deeper each time. I stayed buried in her and ground forward, feeling her pussy flutter and tighten around me.
“Let go,” I whispered against her mouth. “I have you.”
She nodded, eyes half-closed, and clung harder. I kept the same deep, steady rhythm—pulling back until only the head remained inside her, then sinking all the way in, slow and full. Her thighs trembled against my sides. A soft, broken sound left her throat.
“Rajesh… don’t stop…”
I didn’t. I kissed her through it, one hand still cupping her ass, holding her open to me. Her pussy clenched hard around my cock. She came with a low, shaking moan, her whole body tightening, nails pressing into my back, hips jerking up as the orgasm rolled through her. I stayed deep, moving only in small, gentle thrusts, letting her ride it out against me.
When the peak eased she went soft under me, breathing fast, arms still locked around my neck. I kissed her cheek, her lips, her closed eyelids. My cock was still hard and throbbing inside her, wet with her.
She opened her eyes slowly and looked at me, flushed and dazed.
“You didn’t finish,” she whispered.
“Not yet.” I rocked into her once, deep and slow. “I want to stay inside you a little longer.”
She smiled, small and spent, and pulled me down for another kiss. Her legs stayed wrapped around me. I began to move again, unhurried, still hard, still deep, the quiet of the room around us and the heat of her body holding me exactly where I wanted to be.
I stayed deep inside her and began to move again, slower than before. My wife’s body was soft and open under me, still trembling with the last of her orgasm. Each gentle thrust drew a small, pleased sound from her throat. She kept her arms around my neck and her legs loosely hooked at my back, holding me close.
“You feel so good,” she whispered against my mouth. “Still so hard…”
I kissed her, long and unhurried, and rolled my hips in a deep, grinding stroke. My cock slid through the wet heat of her pussy, thick and sensitive. I could feel every flutter of her body around me.
“I don’t want to rush,” I said, voice low. “I want to feel you like this.”
She nodded, eyes soft, and tightened her legs a little, pulling me deeper. I kept the pace slow—long withdrawals, full, heavy returns—watching her face each time I filled her. Her boobs moved gently with the motion. Her hands wandered over my back, my shoulders, sometimes gripping when I sank all the way in.
After a while I shifted, sitting back on my heels and drawing her with me so she straddled my lap. She sank down onto my cock with a quiet gasp, arms looping around my neck, her white nighty long forgotten on the floor. I held her ass in both hands and guided her, letting her ride me at the same unhurried rhythm. She rocked slowly, forehead resting against mine, breathing with me.
“Like this?” she asked, soft.
“Yes.”
We stayed that way, kissing, moving together in the quiet room, my cock buried deep inside her, both of us warm and close, in no hurry for it to end.
My wife rocked on my lap, slow and deep. Her arms stayed looped around my neck. Each time she sank down, my cock filled her completely and she let out a small, shaky breath against my mouth. I held her ass in both hands, guiding the rhythm, feeling the soft weight of her settle onto me again and again.
“You are still so hard,” she whispered. Her forehead rested against mine. “I can feel every bit of you.”
I kissed her, open and gentle, and thrust up once to meet her. She moaned softly into the kiss. Her boobs pressed warm against my chest. I slid one hand up her back, keeping her close, while the other stayed on her ass, helping her move.
“I like watching you like this,” I said, voice low. “Taking me. Slow.”
She smiled against my lips and rolled her hips a little deeper. Her pussy gripped me, wet and tight. We stayed in that unhurried pace—her rising and sinking, me holding her, both of us breathing together. The room was quiet except for the soft sounds of our bodies and the occasional whisper of her white nighty still lying forgotten on the floor.
After a while she tightened her arms and spoke, almost shy.
“Do you want to finish inside me?”
I looked at her, still moving with her, still hard.
“Yes.”
She nodded, flushed and soft, and kissed me again. I held her ass more firmly and began to meet her movements with deeper, slower thrusts from below, staying buried in her, letting the heat build between us without rushing, both of us close and warm in the dim room.
I held her ass more firmly and thrust up into her, slow and deep. My wife sank down to meet me each time, her arms tight around my neck. Her breathing turned shaky.
“Ahh… Rajesh…” she moaned softly against my mouth. “You are so deep…”
The wet grip of her pussy around my cock grew tighter. I could feel the heat building low in my stomach, heavy and close.
“I am getting there,” I whispered, voice rough. A low groan left me. “Mmmh… fuck…”
She nodded, forehead still against mine, and rolled her hips a little faster, still gentle. Her boobs pressed soft against my chest.
“Yes… ahh… don’t stop…” she breathed. “I can feel you… mmmh…”
I kissed her, open and needy. My cock throbbed hard inside her.
“Stay just like this,” I groaned. “Ahh… I’m close… don’t stop…”
“Mmmh—yes… cum inside me…” she moaned, voice breaking. “Ahh… Rajesh…”
I thrust up harder once, then again, burying myself fully. A deep groan tore out of me.
“Ahh—fuck… I’m cumming… ahhh…”
I came deep inside her, pulsing thick and hot. My hips jerked up as I filled her.
“Mmmh—ahhh… yes…” she moaned with me, arms locked tight, pussy clenching softly around my cock. “I feel it… ahh… you’re cumming inside me…”
“Ahhh… fuck… so good…” I groaned against her mouth, still pulsing. “Mmmh…”
When the last pulse faded I stayed buried in her, breathing hard, forehead against hers. She kissed me, slow and sweet, small soft sounds still leaving her throat. We remained like that in the quiet room, still joined, warm and close, my cock softening gradually inside her while she rested against me, both of us quiet and spent.
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