07-09-2019, 06:10 PM
As the dinner was over, he thought to help her in washing and so he did. While doing, his hands were brushing hers and on one or two occasions, she trailed her erect nipples on his back. He was out of control then. He could not hide his tent in the pant. She looked and smiled. Then came the words from her sexy lips, "It seems, you are not fed totally. Are you?"
"W-What?" He stammers.
She turns to him and raising her boobs with both hands, asked, "Are not they in good shape like your heroines from the porn? "
He gasped in surprise. Mira asked," Would you want to try them?"
That makes sense. Koushik took her in arms, and her lips found their way. They kissed passionately. They kissed really hard. It was his first kiss, but he did well. He was squashing her firm ass with both hands. She broke the kiss and whispered, "Come on, Koushik, take me to the bedroom."
They retreated to the bedroom as they were kissing again, and she felt wetness running through her inner thighs! What is happening to her?
He lifted her on the bed and she urged to put out the lights. He protested, "Leave it, aunty. I want to see you. You are so beautiful!"
She giggled as he raised her hands on her head and brushed his lips on her hairy armpits. She said, "Oh Koushik! You are so naughty! And don't call me aunty. I am Mira for you. Just Mira. Ok?"
"Ok Mira. But you are really beautiful, and you know, what is more? The hairy armpits. Oh! I would just die for them." He began licking them and the tension of being hairy was gone for her. She felt a shiver running through her spine. She moaned.
He began to caress her boobs under frock. He began to kiss them. She urged, "Oh Koushik! Open the frock, please. Make me nude; make me your woman, your whore."
She had learnt to use such words from the porn and the erotic Bengali books called Bengali Choti Boi. The filthy words raise the sexual urge. She felt her wetness running through her inner thighs to her legs till knees. He helped her sit and tugging up her red frock; he peels it off of her head.
As she raises her hands, her firm breasts come into full view and Koushik took them in hands. He began kissing one and licking, sucking the pitch dark areola. She was moaning, " Love me Koushik, love me, please."
He went down to her tummy and kissed on the naval. She shivered. What the fuck is that? What the fuck is the boy doing with her?
"W-What?" He stammers.
She turns to him and raising her boobs with both hands, asked, "Are not they in good shape like your heroines from the porn? "
He gasped in surprise. Mira asked," Would you want to try them?"
That makes sense. Koushik took her in arms, and her lips found their way. They kissed passionately. They kissed really hard. It was his first kiss, but he did well. He was squashing her firm ass with both hands. She broke the kiss and whispered, "Come on, Koushik, take me to the bedroom."
They retreated to the bedroom as they were kissing again, and she felt wetness running through her inner thighs! What is happening to her?
He lifted her on the bed and she urged to put out the lights. He protested, "Leave it, aunty. I want to see you. You are so beautiful!"
She giggled as he raised her hands on her head and brushed his lips on her hairy armpits. She said, "Oh Koushik! You are so naughty! And don't call me aunty. I am Mira for you. Just Mira. Ok?"
"Ok Mira. But you are really beautiful, and you know, what is more? The hairy armpits. Oh! I would just die for them." He began licking them and the tension of being hairy was gone for her. She felt a shiver running through her spine. She moaned.
He began to caress her boobs under frock. He began to kiss them. She urged, "Oh Koushik! Open the frock, please. Make me nude; make me your woman, your whore."
She had learnt to use such words from the porn and the erotic Bengali books called Bengali Choti Boi. The filthy words raise the sexual urge. She felt her wetness running through her inner thighs to her legs till knees. He helped her sit and tugging up her red frock; he peels it off of her head.
As she raises her hands, her firm breasts come into full view and Koushik took them in hands. He began kissing one and licking, sucking the pitch dark areola. She was moaning, " Love me Koushik, love me, please."
He went down to her tummy and kissed on the naval. She shivered. What the fuck is that? What the fuck is the boy doing with her?
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