“Come fuck Momma Baby,” I whispered. I pulled my knees up, spread my legs, and offered my sex to him. Bobby pulled his shorts off, pulled my legs ...own, stripped off my shorts and panties, and slowly moved between my legs.“I love you so much Momma,” he groaned as he moved to place his cock at my soaked hole. He pushed forward, slipping his cock into my body. Lights flashed, sirens screamed, my mind exploded as his penetration ripped into my body. God he was big! After several thrusts, he was. But as you know Indian girls won’t express their desires for sex. Her marriage was in a bad phase and she was living away from her husband as he used to abuse her and beat her which she told me later.One day I told her over the phone that I want to fuck her, initially she denied but I convinced her. When we cut the call she hinted me and asked to come earlier than usual in my room. When I finished office due to personal reasons I was in bad mood and I picked half of whiskey from the wine shop. This breath of canned air has rejuvenated her, and now she fucks you with renewed vigor. Her body is perfect, and the pleasure you draw from it is immense. Her soft, brown hair floats lazily around her sweet face, forming a halo in honor of the angel she will shortly become. Brows arched, she begs with dark eyes: please, another breath! Just one more! You shake your head. No. One respite is all she gets. Now you're ready. The seconds tick by, each one an eternity of ecstasy. The two. I could smell the musky manly smell of my ass. All at once he held my face to his and kissed me not letting me pull away. I resisted as I could but soon returned his affection. I felt his tongue enter my mouth. He kept it hard and straight, curling it and keeping it straight in my mouth. I thought to myself, this must be what a prick feels like in someones mouth. I loved the feeling. I tasted my brown eye residue. Not meaning a pun here, but I thought it should taste like "shit", but it didn't..