Off and on she let him slip out of her mouth again, making him cum on her face, where his sperm ran down into her night gown, collect between her brea...ts and then continued its trail down to her crotch. She shook slightly from excitement and fought feverishly to keep her own animalistic urges in check. Would he fuck her? Really hard and deep? How would that feel? What would she have to do, just get down on all fours?Fabiola finally picked herself up again. It can’t hurt to try, she thought.. I studiously didn’t notice.“Can I buy you a drink?”My boobs had done their duty.I looked at Clemson as if seeing him for the first time. “That’s it? That’s your best pickup line?”“Who says I’m trying to pick you up?” Hint of whine.“Then no thanks. I’ll buy my own.”Silence while he regroups. I do too. I hope I’m not playing it too cool. I hunch my shoulders fractionally. More cleavage.“What’s a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?” Not a bad line, a whitebread suburban bar.I laugh,. I was happy. He was a good looking, well mannered gentleman who ticked all of my boxes to be my ideal partner. Let’s call him K. Menon. I’m not going to reveal his name here. On our wedding night, however, we didn’t consummate our marriage and ended up talking through the night, but the morning after, we ended up having sex. My saree hunched up to the waist, my legs spread open, and my pussy eager and wide, taking his thrusts, holding him close to me. Ah! What a bliss it was!It soon became a. His eyes slowly swept past her well formed lips which she had applied just a hint of lipstick that emphasised the colour of her hair it was not too little or too much like the lipsticks the whores he had fucked before applied, it was just perfect. From her lips his eyes swept past her well small pale throat and rested on her firm round tits which were clearly visible through her see through black chemise and he realised they were hard and wondered how they tasted like. With a will power he.