Karibh 20-25 min baad mainnee use litaya aur usske hotho ko phir se chusne laga.Hotho ko chuste jibh chuste usske chehre ko chumte hue main usske gale...ko chumne aur chatne laga. Mai usske mummo ko nighty ke upar se hi katne laga. Woh machal rahi thi.Phir main niche aaya aur usske pairo ki ungliyo ko muh me lekar chusne laga aur dhire dhire usske pairo ko chatne aur chumne laga. Maine use uthaya aur usski nighty utar di. Ab uska gora badan mere samne tha.Mai usske pairo ko chumta chatta upar. Looking back at it now I realized I was hooked by a pro. No, not a whore of the traditional sense but the type that our mothers warned us about.They dress up nice, treat us with respect and love us as much as we want. That’s them putting the bait on the hook, reeling us in and marriage is yanking the rod setting the hook. We’re now caught, married and miserable because they’ve soon changed into something so hideous and dark, light or life can’t escape from it.So here I am sitting in my living. She soon felt my body warm to her touch through the dressing gown and my shaft begin to swell with arousel. She undid the belt of the robe and slipped it off my shoulders, baring me in my entirety. Smiling, she tweaked my sensitive nipples gently, eliciting a small gasp from me while she spotted the restraints, already secured to the wardrobe. She guided me backward until I was pressed against the wardrobe, facing her. She kissed me again, tenderly and set about locking my wrists into the. Additionally there was always the chance of getting caught so even that set my heart racing. I went up to her pussy and the feeling was amazing.I could feel the amount of hair she had down there. Almost a year’s growth and she quivered at my touch. The wetness was obvious and mixed with her sweat, it smelled somehow amazing. After ten minutes of masturbating each other off, i asked her to meet me at the washroom in the compartment.Once i checked the coast was clear, i rushed inside and found.