The slits looked provocative and the strings were undoable allowing the slits to completely open. She wore the bra first and then slipped on her panti...s. When she bent down to wear her Petticoat (skirt worn inside the Saree) she felt her pussy lips pushing against the slit trying to slip out. Not the most comfortable feeling, but certainly had an erotic factor. Maahir was going to get a kick out of them. This wasn’t exactly going underwearless as Maahir liked her to go, but this was an whole. I was now pain free and riding back on him with each stroke, and loving the biggest cock I had ever had in me. He started picking up speed and I felt his cock swell and soon he buried it balls deep and I could feel it twitch several times while he laid on my back. He then asked, “how did you like your first bare black cock in your ass?” and said, “you put a condom on when we started.” He just laughed and said, “it was so tight it broke before I ever got the head in you, so you have my huge load. With the door now closed and locked, they stood before each other, unmoving for a moment, and then, as if drawn by irresistable magnets, they drew instantly across the gap that separated them, and, mimicing the door, closed and locked with each other, latching eyes, arms and lips. Their eyes yielded to the weight of their passion, choosing to close and experience—without the aid of sight—the long-desired touch of each other. Neither knew how much time passed locked in this embrace, but. I grabbed his hair and started to push him down. As he went down deep it felt like a cock was entering me. I started to force his pace. He gagged and I apologised. But I desperately wanted more. I stared him down just as I did in the amphitheatre. He took the hint and started again. It was sweet. I smirked as I unbuttoned the rest of my shirt. I threw it to the washing pile. My breasts fell out as I unhooked my bra. It followed my shirt to the pile. I stroked his hair and closed my eyes. His.