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Sid, my husband, was relentless when he went down on me. He absolutely enjoyed himself between my legs, relishing each touch and moment.

An short erotic story... think of it as foreplay for later... indian erotic story “You definitely know how to make my dick large and hard.” Raj’s words hit me smack dab in the middle of my pussy. “In the office, all day today, I fantasized about gently caressing your breasts and feeling your nipples harden beneath my fingertips. The way you moan when I lower my face to your breasts and suck your nipples.” I bit my lips as he continued to set fire to my entire being with his s

I felt the cool railing in my palms, as I felt the breeze all over my breasts, and stomach. The cool wind flowed through my hair as I took a deep breath.

Pushing him back onto the bed, his legs on the floor, I kneel in front of him.

Devarji, a little perplexed at first, but stayed in the zone, and followed me. Trying to catch me before I could get my glass of water.

“Devarji…” I looked at him and whispered, drunk on passion. He smiled, nodding a no..

“I’m not letting you sleep tonight, bhabhijiii….!” Devarji hugged me from the back as we returned from a cousin’s wedding, late at night.

“One eggs benedict, one English breakfast, 2 cappuccinos. Please allow us 20-25 minutes, ma’am”. We nodded in confirmation as our waitress turned away from our table.

I inhaled deeply as he opened the door and plonked into the driver’s seat. The scent was already making me a little heady; I imagined it clinging to my skin after we’d made love.

I leaned back, resting on my door, stretching my feet out carefully.

Focussing on the road, his thumb began massaging my clit.

My lips were around his dick in an instant.

My lips were around his dick in an instant.

My bare waist still anticipated Ravi’s touch, if he was around me. Especially if he’d just returned home from the office, like now.