Please.Her: No. I can’t. I am sorry.I was pretty disappointed and angry that night. But I still had hopes.Morning I went to the nearby hotel and had...breakfast. While returning I got a message from Ragini.Her: Hey.. Will be there in 10 minutes.I rushed to home. Didn’t know what to do. my heart was beating so fast.So I reached her and was anxiously looking outside every 10 seconds. My door was open.And there she was. She was wearing a blue salwar which she sometimes used to wear to office. She. Phir maine ek halka sa Dhaka diya uske hips pe apne trolly se, phir wo jab peeche mudi to meri taraf dekh kar usne ek smile di aur mai khush ho gaya phir bill le ke hum bahar aa gaye aur phir mai ghar ki orr chal pada. Jab mai apne floor pe pahuncha to dekha ke dusre lift se wohi aunty nikal rahi thi.Usne mujhe dekh kar kaha are tum yaha, tumhara naam kya hai, mai apna naam bata ke unka naam puuchha to unhone apna naam nikita bataya…. Phir maine puuchha ke kya aap akele rahte ho to usne kaha. I heard you liked Fanta?" Sure," I said, as I followed her figure saunter out of the room."Here you are!" she said, serving me a glass of chilled drink. "While you drink, I will play you some music."She played nice classic pieces while I sipped on my orange soda. Then putting my glass aside, I walked toward her and stood behind her. I could look down her dress deep enough to see the beginning of her areolas as her arms were extended forward, allowing her top to slacken.I put my hands on her. It wasn’t long before she was completely sitting atop of me, my prick buried deep within her. I think we both gasped as she slowly lifted herself up, feeling her juices, still copious from her orgasm mere minutes ago, lubricating my cock, as well as the feeling of her inner muscles squeezing around my shaft as she pushed herself slowly back down onto my cock. After a few more cautious strokes into her, she began to pick up pace and slid up and down my cock with relative ease, the strokes.