I got to know she stays a bit far away but still in Bangalore. We started sharing our nude pics and our relationship propelled. We used to talk about ...ur sex fantasies, have video sex chat. Then I wanted to fuck her. We both wanted each other. She used to send me her pussy video while she showered it, in the bathroom.One day she invited me home. I did not wait for a second. I went to her place. Her husband was a long way from here and would return in the evening. She opened the door of her part. It was a throaty groan that made it certain her orgasm would be at least as big as mine and, for all I know, had already begun, now only to be soon reaching a higher level. Satisfied that my cock was having fun playing deep in her throat she decided to spice things up by getting in position to – for lack of a better description – fuck it with her face. She took both hands and placed them on either side of me so she could move up and down more easily. Then, almost without warning, she began to. " He growled. She knew what that did to him; the moment she'd beg, his sex would clench in his pants, also begging him. "But, I need you, now," she begged some more. Iris felt if she didn't have him in her she'd explode. She needed him inside of her. "Please, baby, please." Slowly sliding down her body, biting her skin wherever it was exposed, he pushed himself up, perfectly aligning his head between her crotch. He swept his tongue along her inner thighs, trying to ignore the intoxicating smell. I agreed.I dropped her at her home in my bike and waited for 25 minutes outside of her society. She came wearing a t-shirt with 1/2 jeans. We went for the movie. It was an English movie.The movie had started and I took the courage and held her hand again while watching the movie. Seeing no resistance from her, I kissed her fingers, neck, and cheeks. She still did not say anything and I whispered in her ears, “your lower back structure is too hot. Can I see your beautiful body tonight?”Zora: No.