This is my first incident which I would be posting on the internet. I am from Bangalore running my own business, this is about a lady who is the wife ...f a priest in a temple right next to my office. It started about a few months back, she would glance at me whenever she would be at the temple and her house which was located in the temple compound. I did not bother much about it since I was married happily for over 10 years now but she continued this glances which soon become discreet smiles.. The only discomfort I felt was in my jaws and lips stretching around the thickness of his cock, but I barely noticed as he just kept fucking and fucking and fucking. My fingers clamped lightly on his nipples, at first anyway. I soon noticed that the harder I pinched the faster Dwight fucked and god I loved it. When I started twisting them, he pounded my slut mouth like a jackhammer, his balls slapping and bouncing off my eyes and nose as he used me for his pleasure. My thoughts were broken only. Manya kept purring and returning his kisses with her very own juicy ones. Hiding behind the curtain, Deen peeped at the licentious couple with a pounding heart. His mother’s exposed back faced him and the sheer blue saree covered her in the most ludicrous fashion, concealing her in parts and revealing her in other parts. From his angle, he could make out that only her ass was covered. He watched as his uncle’s hands crept up his mother’s naked back and started caressing and stroking it in a. "I missed you!" I yelled. "I fucking missed you!" Bullshit!" She yelled in response. "I missed you!" Tell me I'm the best thing in your life." You're the best thing in my life!" Oh yes! Yes! Yes!"I wrapped my arms around her waist and turned her over, once again staring into each other's eyes. Frankie held me tight with her arms around my neck and legs wrapped around my waist. I started kissing her neck and whispered anything I could think of saying in this moment of passion. I talked dirty.