My hands undid the ties holding her red robe shut. It fell loose, exposing her round breasts and pink nipples. She shuddered as my hands caressed her ...ounds, my thumbs sliding across her hard nipples. She let out a shuddering moan of delight as I pushed her back to the bed.“Are you ready?” I purred.“Yes,” she gasped, carefully slipping off her robe and hanging it from the bed's corner post. The pockets were full of all manner of objects. “My poor legs are on fire.I pushed her down on the bed. She began rubbing all around her clitoris and then used her other hand to finger herself. She alternated between rubbing her whole vagina and her clitoris. Her breathing became ragged and her pelvis began to rise up and down in a bit of a rhythm. All this time she stared at my penis making a variety of sounds that told me she was definitely feeling very good. “Oh Michael, you’re penis is sooo…kind of beautiful. I love watching you do that…it makes me soooo wet. Can you smell me Michael? Do I. Wo bolne lagi abhi gand me nahi plz, dard hota hai. Fir maine kaha jab kal tu smitha se baat karne me busy thi tab mujhe bhi dard ho raha tha dil me, aj mai uska badla lunga. Fir wo boli thik hai par dheere dheere marna gand. Maine dheere se lund dalna start kia. To usne kaha ki nikalo warna phat jaegi gand, ah, ahhh. Par mai ab kaha nikalne wala tha, ab maine lund aur andar tak dala. Wo chilla uthi. Maine use shant karte hue kaha, ab phat rahi hai gand, kal sochna chahie than na, kyu nahi. "I must have you," He nodded his agreement and pinned her down on the bed, his hands lifting her dress up to her waist, her magnificent firm breasts falling out its low cut top. He was astride her now pulling off his shirt and undoing his belt and trousers. He lowered his flies and reached in and pulled out a nice looking brown cock, thin in girth but a nine inches in length and pushed it toward her mouth. "I don't do that," Jane lied and moved her mouth away, "not even for my husband." "Do it.