But she said no. I slapped Mona very hard. I said, “How the fuck you dare to say no on my face.” I held her neck very tight and pushed her face to...Pooja’s pussy and told her to lick it. She was not ready to do it. So I pressed her throat very hard.She had no other option to open her mouth. As soon as she opened her mouth I pushed it to Pooja’s pussy and rubbed it. She was still trying to move her face away but because of my hand, she was not able to move a single inch away. Then I took a stick. To adjust the temperature, she bent, knees locked, allowing me to see her tiny pucker above her juicy lips. That was it. To hell with my frigid wife. It's not like I was getting pussy from her. I was going to fuck the hell out of this chick. If I did a good enough job, maybe she'd let me do it again.She got in the shower and quickly wet her long blond hair and sun-ripened body. Then she moved to the back to give me space. I slid the door shut behind me and stood under the spray, watching. I than acted upon his advice and started like what she said maine apna lun uskee phoodi main daal diya aahhhhhhhhhh bahut mazaa aaya mera pehla experience tha is liye bahut mazaa aaya .wo under se bahut gakashif(hot like hell) thi or mere lun ko garmi lagni shorrow ho gaye thi but I start like a bullet train in her phoodi and start my lun doing in and out and she atarted monaing ahhh hohjhhhhh kashif fuck me hard ohhhhh jaan apne lun se phad do meri chhot ko mujko apane banalo chodo mujhko jor. And it is time to say bye for today as I have to go in the other direction.P: I realised that too. Can you walk with me every day? I usually come this way at 8am in the morning.S: sure I will see you tomorrow morning.The next few days were just some normal chat and a bit flirty, but it was just bringing both of us closer. All these things were happening when we dint even have clarity on where we were taking it to.One day, while we were just walking on the road, she said that it was her birthday.