The Math paper was scheduled for Monday which gave Aman two days to prepare. Saturday afternoon, Ashwin was sitting in his house’s main hall when Pr...mila walked in,“Good Afternoon Pramila.” he greeted her as she walked towards him.“Good Afternoon Ashwinji,” she replied. Pramila saw that his eyes were set on her which meant he wanted to talk to her about something and so she walked towards him.Seeing her come close, Ashwin stood up, “Pramila. I have a request to make if you don’t mind.” said he.. And yes, he was naked. I squeezed and groped his arse. We had to break off for air; fuck, it got really hot in that confined space. He bent down and kissed my tits through the fabric. I said, “You were very sure of yourself, weren’t you?” He stroked the length of my nose, from eyebrows to the tip with a finger and said, “You can still say no.” I rose up and undid my bra; I threw it over to somewhere, it didn’t matter. I lay back down and he started on my stomach; he lay soft kisses as he. He had spit on his cock, but it was nowhere near enough lubrication. Still he kept pushing. I could feel it start to slide in when at last; with an almost audible “pop” the head of his cock forced its way into my ass.“Mmmmm , Jim was right you are a tight little slut.” He said. I struggled wildly as he kept sliding it into me. Inch after inch. It was not thick like Jim’s but it felt much longer. Finally I could feel his balls against my thighs. He put his hand around my throat and pulled me up. Turns out, she was having the exact same ebony fantasies, hiding it from him, ashamed, lying in order to hide her lust for black sexuality. Come to find out that his wife not only had dreams and fantasies of being a nasty slut wife, but she always would rub her slack, loose pussy to thoughts of seeing her little dicked husband dressed like a tramp with a black cock in his mouth and a black cock in his fuckhole at the same time. My job was easy. All I had to do was set it up so that they could.