Her soft lips grazed his skin. He wanted to moan with each lick, but he had to be quiet. She could feel him getting hard underneath her. “Almost abo...t time to fuck, baby?” she whispered in his ear. With his eyes shut and mouth open, trying to choke back a moan, he nodded vigorously. “Where’s the rubber?” she whispered. He quickly dug it out of his pocket and handed it to her. He closed his eyes as he waited for her to put it on. Waiting to feel her hand wrapped around his cock, slowly moving,. I was taken a bit aback. I know some guys are interested in armpits. But my devar is drinking my armpit sweat and eating my armpits.I felt a little shy after so many years. I thought it was enough. If he doesn’t know what is happening in my love hole, he will take an hour more to fuck me. I took his cock in my left hand. He moaned, “ Ah, Bhabhi. Yes, stroke it Bhabhi. I love you, bhabhi. I lust for you.”Then I grabbed his right hand and forcibly kept his fingers on my pussy. He stopped licking. I had control. Being married meant I was no longer on the market so even if a man gave me a look that’s as far as it went. I know, I know. That is how it is supposed to be. But here I am, 36 years old, and I felt like I was watching everything from the sidelines. My single girlfriends had all the fun and excitement. Guys would buy them a drink; shower them with attention and affection. They had the fun of picking out whom they would take home and whom they would pass over. Sure, I had fun when. “Come with me in the cabin, we’ll deal with that together, okay? Take all your stuff.”He took his bag and coat, his hands shaking. My cock was hard, I needed to quickly free it from my briefs.“Come on, it’s just there.” We walked to the door at the end of the car, leading to the driver’s cabin. It would be empty, as we were going in reverse.I closed the door behind us and locked it. "Put your stuff there." I showed him the little table on the side. He obeyed and removed his wallet from his.