I held her face and kissed her for the first time. She surprised me with her sweet tongue, trying to explore my lips.My hands roamed freely on her bod..., finding her erect nipples under the sleeveless blouse. She had worn her saree well below her navel, showing off the deep curve of her waist. I noticed a tattoo of a small thin vine peeking from her right hip and asked her:Ravi: I didn’t know you were inked.Mohana: It draws attention away from my height.Ravi: Can I see the rest of it?Mohana: No. The hunger she’d been feeling – it was for this. To be taken hard and be allowed to writhe and growl and purr and scream even if she wanted to. The total freedom to express her raw starvation for the pure fuck; his fuck; his pleasure in taking her.His cock felt like it grew larger and harder with every thrust and she tighten her pussy on him every time he pulled back out again. She loosened her grip when he thrust in, wanting him to go deeper every time.After a while, her words began to make no. With both females caught up in what they were doing, and, ‘so busy’ struggling to dominate the other woman, neither at this moment even remembered their husband’s were in the room watching their erotic struggling. As Jennie felt her womanhood being aroused, she fought to take a breath. When she finally succeeded, Jennie’s warm, moist breath, on the Chinese female is face, seem to ignite Peggy’s enflamed passions even further. The Chinese wife felt her arousal soaring, as the white wife’s warm. All I’ve ever thought about is strong wide shoulders, tightly formed muscles, and long thick smooth dicks, plunging deep into my pussy. Now though, now I’m not so sure. Ever since I met you things have been different. When I close my eyes I don’t see the usual chiseled features I’m used to, I see your face, high cheek bones, small nose and pointed chin. Your large eyes, taking up so much of your face, the mascara surrounding them. Your dark hair, cut short around your head, slightly longer.