“Do you want to come in, or would you rather strip me naked and throw me to the floor here?”“Would you object if I did?” His hand slid up from...her breast to slide over the smooth skin of her cheek.“No, Sir. I told you once before, I am yours, do what you want of me. I haven’t changed my mind.” She loved his large hand and the way it felt.Michael’s hand slid over her lips, two fingers parting her lips and sliding into her mouth, feeling the way her lips clasped tightly around it as if it were. He feels so good. The thick head of his dick stretches, massages, and rubs the inside of me. “Like that?” he grunts, driving deeper. “God, yes.” I gasp, arching my hips to take more. The friction is amazing. There’s nothing like the feel of being fucked by a big cock. I tell him so and he growls. He loves it when I talk dirty; his girlfriend won’t. She’s too young, too inhibited. I have no shame. Sweat dampens his hair and drips down his chest. The delicious scent of hardworking male fills my. 5 inches and girth of 2″I am in college and living as paying guest in flats.So coming to the story.. Her name is Madhu, 35 years old with breast size 38B, waist size 30 and a great ass of 38.Just looking at her could get any guy an instant hardon,she’s just so beautiful and mesmerizing, and she speaks very caringly. Its like god took all his time to make her, but made her wife of a wrong man.I say this because, I could hear his husband shouting and mouthed her bad words like whore and all, many. She responded No and asked for the reason, she wanted to meet me in private. She drank some water and started to say that she was married for a long but because her husband was working in a Gulf Country, he comes for a month or so and very little time to spend with her.So my stories were the reason which kept her happy, sexual excitement and time passers. But as more and more stories, she kept on reading, that made her only more starving for sex and once after our initial talks, her husband.