I could feel his cock deep inside me, his balls hitting my ass. His hands were, as usual, was playing with my tits and clit. I was being used like a c...eap slut.“Fuck you sub, master. Fuck me like I am your sex slave, use my cunt, master, yesss oh yesss”. I tightened my pussy walls to get more of him. With one hand, he pulled down the blindfold. And finally, I knew where I was. I was standing on the same balcony where his wife Katherine was fucked in the previous night.My orgasm was building. Unlike her husband, who moved in with his whore-secretary day one, she went three months without even considering a date. Plenty of guys asked (she still could turn an eye), but they were politely rejected. She just hadn’t felt ready. And then along came Paul.They had met at the local coffee shop. Both were getting their caffeine fix before work. The physical attraction was undeniable.But even then, she played it cool. Just a smile and a hello that first morning. It would be two weeks before. Maine ab josh me aa kar unki gand ko zor zor se dabana shuru kar diya.Fir maine hath thoda upar sarkaya aur sadi k beech me se khuli kamar par ferna shuru kiya.Fir use kamar se pakad kar use apne se chipka liya. Mera lund jeans aur saree k upar se bhi uski gand ka crack mehsoos kar raha tha.Maine hath upar sarka k unke boobs dabana chalu kar diya. Uske nipples ekdum tight ho gaye the.Ab wo bhi garam ho gayi thi aur apni gand ko dheere dheere mere lund pe ragad rahi thi. Maine fir doosra hath. My hands, meanwhile, were busy doing their own thing: they moved from her waist to her breasts and squeezed her breasts tightly before unhooking her blouse. I pull it off her and her tits spill out of their cage for my hands to engulf them. I could feel her hands unbuttoning my shorts and I let her, while my fingers pulled on her nipples.She pushes my shorts down and I kick it off on the floor as her hands move to my ass and hold it sweetly. Her hard nipples were sore from all my pinching and.