My hands grab the tops of your shoulders as we begin our rhythm."I want a mirror on the ceiling," you whimper. Just the sound of your voice causes me ...o push faster, slapping against you harder. We hear that wonderfully urgent popping sound that appears when fucking intensifies.My hands slide off your shoulders and push through under your arms till I find your breasts. I pull you backward and down as you repeatedly arch your waist and then straighten it, jamming yourself down on my big prick.My. Yessssss.....right there....gawd..yessss...'Suddenly she arched her back and I could feel her pussy muscles spasm around my dick as she reached her orgasm.'That...was..awesome', Bridgit said as she calmed down and I pulled out.'Hey..you didn't cum yet?!With that said, Bridgit jumped off the table and took me by my hand and before I could say anything I was lying on my back on her bed.'This time..let me do all the work..', she said as she climbed on top of me and took hold of my cock.Bridgit. "Please, suck it querida, oh fuck yes, that's what I want mi amor." She had made certain that she was giving the love she needed to express as one hand was feeling the lust she felt herself, tickling the dripping kitten that tingled with her starved yearning. Each thrust of his cock into her mouth was matched with her own fingers jamming into her sticky, velvety smooth vulva.The small, precious climaxes spent themselves in her body and she kept taking him in. But, no. Not that. She felt his. Her husband was a senior corporate executive- in short- average upper middle class Indian housewife. The first day we chatted, I guess I was in one of my better moods, therefore had a witty and mildly flirtatious conversation with her, which lasted for almost 2 hours! Before I knew it, we were chatting every day in the evenings for hours at end, and as my work hours are flexi, it suited me just fine. One day I asked her for her picture and after a fair bit of coaxing she did send it across to.