As I pushed into her wetness I felt the heat on the tip of my cock. It was a completely different sensation from fucking an arse. I loved it. She drov... her hips up to meet me as I rode her and the harder I drove the more she responded. It was soon like what I imagined riding a bucking horse or bull would be like. She growled and raked my back with her nails. Fuck Me You Bastard. Fuck My Dirty Cunt. She repeated over and over. I did as hard as I could but it was soon obvious that I was going to. I started sucking it, playing with foreskin a little, sucking the head and before you know it she was hard. I took her bals in one hand, ass in other, dick kept in my mouth. I loved it even more now. It was hard and yet soft and gentle. It was long but not too thin. It was clean and i enjoyed blowing it. Then, she put both her hands on the back of my head and started trusting few times before I started gaging after she released me. (now, I wish she didn't stop it right away)She then moved to. She had a very talented mouth and she sure knew what to do with it, too. I felt her shift on the bed and she spread her legs, finally allowing me access to her honey pot. I reached out and felt her hand, just above her already quite wet slit. She didn't move it though, but allowed me access to her hole. I probed with a couple of fingers, pulling them out and licking her juices off them. It most certainly was a honey pot. She tasted sweet and I knew I'd have to devour her. I pushed her. When we reached Hotel it was early morning. We freshened up and went to the marriage hall, there were not many people.Marriage ceremony would start after six hours. Pratyusha aunty and her family already were there. They listened enthusiastically as I recounted out train fuck adventure.We went to meet the bridegroom. His Mom was very happy to see us and greeted and welcomed us warmly. We congratulated and joked with Bridegroom, he blushed .His Mom was getting ready to give him a traditional oil.