I held her boobs really tight, almost squeezing and giving severe jerk from behind. I was making flapping noise on hitting her butts , She was crying ...nd saying “it’s hurting” but I could not stop, I held her hairs from back and just said “enjoy this bhabhi”. Both of us were exhausted but not done yet. She asked me come inside the hall.Once there she pushed me down on carpet got over me and placed her pussy near my face. Saying “lick it again” she was thrusting her pussy forward and back. As if. I wore one of my favorite black dresses, along with black stockings and heels. The place we went to dine at was rather nice, not too upscale or cheap. It was a good place for me, simple, as I never really desired fancy. Water was going to be my choice of drink, but he insisted on wine, so I joined him. The conversation seemed to go well through the drinks and even as we ate our food. He spoke about liking sports and watching movies and I spoke about liking my job and writing. My writing took. "Waiting is the worst!" Lesia said before adding, "and I'm still too tired for sex." Yes!" I agreed. I had only had a minor hard-on this morning."I guess we could study!" Laura said with a sigh after a minute or so."We could do that at home," Lesia told her. "It's more comfortable there anyway." Yes, this may not have been the best time to try this!" Laura admitted dejectedly with a sigh."So, what do you want to do?" I asked."Could we wait until noontime, and see if the weather improves?" Lesia. A buzz greats your ears from behind and you ask quietly, "What is that, sir? Are you going to hurt me again?" And then your brain scrambles as you feel a large vibrator pushed against your cunt. It rubs hard and the vibrations throb deep through you, your body tensing and pulses of pleasure shooting through your entire being. It slowly speeds up and slows down over and over but increasing in what almost seems to be a musical scale. Your body begins to buck and shake with your nipples.