It was really a kind of pukey white but I loved the name.Of course the argument turned out much worse than it should have. I guess there were some thi...gs that had built up and needed to be "discussed." She had to go over to her sister's house, and had the last word, "Just paint it whatever damn color you want!"Well, I felt bad and decided to paint it the color she wanted. I liked to play loud rock albums when I worked around the house, I had my favorite one on by the Rolling Stones. I was ready. Early afternoon, with a chilly, blustery autumn wind threatening rain, we window-shopped our way up Fifth Avenue until we reached Eataly NYC, Mario Batali's food market. The yeasty aroma of fresh baked breads drew me in. Sasha sighed with resignation and let me lead her inside. We strolled admiring wonderful ingredients until hitting the butcher section.There really was no choice. I took one look at the fresh lamb shanks and dinner was set. I'd serve them with a fragrant herbed basmati rice and. It was the istri-waali bai who gave me my clothes and asked for Rs. 70. I just realized that my purse was in my jeans, which was in the hook in the bathroom. I had to knock on the door and waited for the sound of water to stop. I then said in a voice low enough for only her to hear “Shanti, mera purse dena zaraa. I heard her walk towards the door; she opened it slightly and said “ek minute babuji. While she stood behind the door, I could see her nude body in the mirror from the side, her. My balls slapping hard. I pulled her up into the doggy style position and mount my self on top of her ass for maximum penetration. My cock pounds in and out fast and furious. Her moans are loud she is begging for my cum." Cum all over my face brought!".Nearing climax I pull my cock from her gaped hole I grab her arm and throw her to the floor. She gets on her knees below my cock when I let it rip. Long streams of thick white cum covers her face from her chin to her forehead. She suck me dry.