She cries out, her cunt milking my jerking cock for every last drop. Oh, fuck, oh fuck," she panted as she came down. " Yes," is all I said, breathl...ssly. I stayed pressed up against her for several minutes as we caught our breath. When I could breathe again, I put my lips to her ear, kissing it softly, then whispering, " From now on Kat, you are mine. You will stop seeing my son. Do you understand?" " Yes, John," she promised. I'm everything she had needed in her life that my son wasn't able. She asked me why do you want 500 ml, I explained her we apply oil on Ugadi day and get full body massaged. Forgot to tell you, she was wearing denims and t shirt. Good sized boobs around 36, waist 32, and butt 38.She felt curious about full body massage and asked me in detail. We started speaking casually like where I work and what she does. She told she works in it firm too and stays in an apartment near whitefield and has a kid of 5 years old. Her husband is currently in abroad for a month. The light from the TV was shining onto her and I was checking her out. Her tits were more than a handful, nice, big and natural. She was wearing a tight, low-cut black top and a nice long dress with black tight-knit fishnet stockings. I hadn't had sex in months, and I wanted some now. She was fucking hot. So subtly I ran a hand up her leg, "accidentally" lifting up her dress a little. She noticed my hand but not the dress, so I did it again, slowly lifting her skirt up higher and higher. I. She had gone to a party the night before and came home only to pass out on her bed without setting the alarm clock to wake her the next morning. And now she was running late for an important meeting for a modeling job she really wanted.Ashton Lane was a professional erotic model. She had been on the cover of a couple different small time men's magazines and did a few low-budget porn flicks. She was looking to make a name for herself in the porn industry and get to work with some of the bigger.