”“Don’t you like what we’re doing?” he grinned.“I… I don’t know,” she stammered.“Well, take a second and think about it,” he adv...sed. “Don’t knock it till you know what it’s like.”Fatima took his advice. She’d protested automatically, because that was how she’d been trained. Her mother had warned her again and again not to let boys touch her, yet she’d never explained what was wrong with it. Now Fatima shut her mother’s lecturing voice out of her head and concentrated on the sensations she was. When I first met my future husband I was a young desirable female, long pursued for sex by his friends and this friend in particular, was more forceful in his quest, more than all the others put together.Now he had me, and now I was resigned to committing this act of total subjugation, licking his asshole, and bringing all those barren years of fruitless frustration to one of satisfaction, as he felt the heat from my breath and the sensation of touch with the first gentle connection with the. Jim stayed their until his cock started to go limp and slipped from my ass. He staggered back and collapsed into his chair breathing hard. When he seem the cum on his desk he cursed and slapped my ass telling me to get on my knees and clean that up.I slide to my knees and started licking my own cum from the side of his desk. When I had it clean Jim told me that since I was down there to clean his cock for him.I was on my knees licking around the base of Jim's cock cleaning the cum from his. Shivani was wearing a one-piece blue dress. She told me that her husband has recently shifted to Mumbai as he worked in a company. They were looking for a flat for rent in that area.I had started getting hots for Shivani. She was a damn hot milf with a curvy figure. I was thinking about how wild she must be in bed and was already imagining her naked.I showed her a few flats in that area. I finally showed her a rented flat in my own society, which I knew she would definitely like. As I thought,.