“Dance for me, babe.”
Kavita took a moment to straighten out her saree and brush her hair back. She showed an enthusiasm in this art like something straight out of the Kama Sutra. Indian sex The movements made a rhythmic slapping sound characteristic of flesh against flesh. It started playing a song a romantic Hindi song, one of Kavita’s favorites. Prem picked up my wife and lay her down on the bed gently as she giggled. But I could not unsee it, or unhear it. The saree spun off and fell to the floor in a puddle of silky wedding attire, having achieved its mission of seducing her man, and leaving my wife in only her blouse and petticoat. Occasionally, I could see her hands rise and fall, with her fingers clutching the sheets. Sway by her passion, and her intense desire for sex with Prem, she promised her ‘married’ pussy. But I could not unsee it, or unhear it. She must have gotten to practice extensively to have perfected this technique. My heart was beating so hard that I had to remind myself to breathe. Sway by her passion, and her intense desire for sex with Prem, she promised her ‘married’ pussy. He pumped her as he climaxed and continued grunting as wave after wave of the orgasm subsided.
