I am obsessed with it. I'm constantly thinking about it, fantasizing and dreaming about it. I love sucking my husband. There is no better feeling in...the world than the feel of his cock, hard and throbbing, deep in my mouth. I want to suck him morning, noon, and night.I love to be awakened in the morning by my husband gliding his cock over my lips, pressing against them, urging my lips to part so that he can slide it inside mouth. I especially love it when he strokes his own cock as I suck on. "Don't worry, you won't have to do it again with him, but Abhi is quite gentle" said Raj.For a week we had no sex and didn't watch any porn, we though it best to let ourselves recover from all that banging. Even if we had tried to fuck, I'm sure I would not have cummed more than a drop after emptying all my reserves back there.Anyway, in the middle of the week, Manu left for his hometown, and said he would be back in a fortnight or so. It was just Raj and me, and though we slept together, we. So we started eating the Reshmi kebab. She suddenly play fully took one and put it into my mouth. I suddenly took one and did the same to her but I touched her lips she closed her mouth on my finger and licked it erotically and sucked it. I lost my control maybe the full bottle inside me did it. I just pulled her to me and kissed her long and hard. Tasted her tongue and lips and her mouth upper portion and down and bit her lips. We groaned. She grabbed my dick over my shorts. I just mauled her. Both knees were up and spread slightly apart, which meant he could see my bare hairy pussy! When I say hairy, I mean hairy. The dark fur starts thinly up at my navel and thickens and spreads wide until it gets well past my crotch. If I was wearing granny panties, he would still be seeing a lot of hair. I've just never had any reason to even trim it. I was certain from the feeling of wetness that my pussy was puffy and probably even that my clit was exposed to his gaze. I kept my attention on.