It was a warm summer morning and I was so anxious to head to town I was one of the first to exit the plane's doors. During the eternal eight hours of...flight my mind had been swirling around with millions of impossible fantasies. I knew it would be inevitable. Coming here, to his town, knowing he would be only a couple of miles away from me instead of thousands… my silly heart just couldn't help imagining what would it be like, even when we had both agreed that it could never happen. So there. “Oh, my God!” Pooja dug her nails into my back. “You like this?”“Mmm, yes!” I moaned.“Fuck me harder, Samir!”I pumped as hard as fast as I could. At no point did I even hesitate or worry about someone walking in, Pooja’s pussy clenching my cock was the whole world at that moment.When it became too intense for us to continue fucking standing up, Pooja had me sit back down on the bathtub edge and rode me so dirty. I loved seeing her tits bounce up and down and the way she wiggled her hips. I. ” Her hand slips down between her legs gently and she gives her pussy a light rub to help let the steam of her lust escape just a little and gives a disapointed little whine as she looks up at me with you. And there I have it. You both looking up at me with those painted whore eyes, needing me to give the word, waiting for me to allow this. And your lips open slowly and you run your tongue across your lips once in a smooth wet dirty sweep, moistening them and putting on a little show for. Black and lacy. She moaned as I sucked harder, grinding my hips up to meet her. “Get up,” I whispered in her ear. “I want you on the table.” “Wait, please…I, I can’t. I’m married. We shouldn't” “Really? You want me to stop,” I asked as I gripped her down onto the bulge in my pants. “Because I want to put you on that table and take your pussy. I want to abuse it. I want to make you moan, and shake, and cum. And then we never have to talk about it ever again if you don’t want to.” Still confused,.