Her tongue darting through my lips and enveloping my own. I wrapped my hands around her firm tight ass, lifting her slightly off the tile. She left ...y embrace, turned around, and looked over her shoulder. For once in my life, I knew exactly what the opposite sex wanted. Pressing my rigid cock against her supple cheeks, I reached my hands around to her tits again, this time playing with her puffy pink nipples, tugging on them ever so slightly until her moans engulfed the room. My hands then. Her breathing pattern changed and I could observe that her breathing is getting heavier and heavier, I adjusted her hands so that I could completely rip off her bra and ripped off her bra in a go.I sniffed her armpits, the rose flavored perfume mixed with the aroma of her sweat was making me crazy and I am fetish for armpits and I kissed her armpits, licked around both the armpits, while licking her armpits she was pulling me towards her boobs, she held my head to her boobs and made me suck her. We drank our wine and ate the delicious dinner while looking out and listening to the waves crashing on the rocks below. Romance was thick in the air and I did not want this moment to end. As we were finishing the wine and nibbling on some sweet sop fruit for dessert I felt a hand squeeze my thigh and roam down to the hem of my short little dress. Then that hand found its way up my dress massaging my inner thigh as it went. I looked into Stephen eyes and instead of that boyish grin I had. I wore it and came out of the room she took me to the bathroom and washed my feet with water and wiped it with her hairs. I knew this was an age-old Bengali custom, which was performed by newly wed brides to their grooms and kings etc to show extreme respect. She then bowed to me. I just started drooling seeing her enormous ass clearly visible from within her saree. She was wearing a very thin white cotton saree with red border. It was clear that she was not wearing any under garments. I took.