And Mr. Agnihotri continued fucking her cunt with his fingers, judging her conditions from her moans and body language. She had by then grabbed the ot...er side of the table with her arms, and had also tightened her entire body, a sign of the orgasm that was building up. Her moans too had become deep and more silent as she had started breathing heavily. He was greatly amused at this scene continued stroking his fingers even faster.“Ooooohhhhhhhh” she cooed out suddenly, “Please sir…can I please. He lifted his hips and took his cock slightly and shoved it back. He squealed a bit and gradually he picked up speed and started fucking me. With each stroke, he takes out his cock almost up to the head and pushes it inside in one go. Believe me, long strokes are the best strokes a married woman desires.With each push, a humph sound comes out from my mouth. I also was reciprocating his rhythm to get the deepest penetration. My loud moans were filling the room. This continued for around 10. Yes, it would have felt that way. Now, that wasn’t so bad, was it?“What?”Telling the truth.“There are worse things, I suppose.”Do you smell that?“The cool ocean air covered in a swath of fish?”No. Dog.“Dog?”Oh right. I forgot you no longer have my senses. Probably a good thing because some of those vile creatures you’ve decided to fuck were hell on... never mind that. I smell dog.“So all those times, it wasn’t as good as I thought it was?” Penelope asks, now curious about how their first go. .Confiding in Maddy had certainly helped and the long hot bath was relaxing but sleep remained elusive. She tossed and turned but every time she closed her eyes she could see his gray eyes staring at her, searching her soul, demanding her surrender.She got up and drank some water. Her insomnia had gotten worse since she had moved there. Deciding that the best solution would be a good book she went to the library. Fortunately everybody was asleep. Jen was wearing only an old t-shirt that reached.