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

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.

The morning sun found both of them spooning cozily under the blanket, their eyes barely visible above it.

He got up, raised her long legs and held her feet on either side of his ears.

The warmth inside the blanket brought Aarti and Vikram closer than ever as they continued to explore each other.

Aarti allowed herself to smile. In this moment, she would rather not be anywhere else.

Aarti spun around only to be nose-to-nose with Vikram leaning down, his arms resting on either side of her chair.

Everybody cheered as the last member of their old school friends gang had arrived at last and now the real party could begin.

My robe flew open, revealing the contour of my big bosom, every curve of it.

Her breasts concealed beneath her tight kurta, firm and shapely, he wondered how they would feel in his palm, in his mouth as his tongue...