She has a 9-5 job. So it was in the evening or noon we texted as she got a break then.So the usual conversations happened and in between, I used to ta...k dirty and she used to respond well. So days kept passing and it wasn’t interesting. So she asked me if I was single and I said yes and then I asked her and she told me she was divorced but she didn’t wanna talk about it. So then we got comfortable with each other and we exchanged WhatsApp numbers. So we used to text every day and I used to. RAHUL had moved down and was stroking and playing with her pussy and finger her which made her moan. RAHUL was stroking her and sliding his fingers inside of her in which made her suck and slurp faster, sucking my pre-cum out and her lips wrapped around my cock aaaaaah aaaah aaaaah aaaaah wow so hot the taste of cum. Holding my 7 inch cock in one hand she would run her lips and tongue the length of it and gently lick my balls as she got to the bottom, you could tell another orgasm was coming by. Now I have improved, Bindu. I am running a sugar mill in the village. I miss you a lot. If you accept, we can again start our new life."Bindu stiffened her back. "No Mangat! How can I forget the sufferings I bore while living with you? You can not understand the feelings of a wife when her husband overlooks her and sees pleasure in another woman. Everything has finished now. I have no more feelings for you."Mangat begged his ex-wife one more time. "I have come here with a hope, Bindu. Please. He presses all the way into me and I moan as I relax into the mattress. Then he pulls my arms back towards him and I fall face first into the mattress. He pins my arms behind me as if they were handcuffed and starts fucking me again. He pounds into me roughly and my moans and screams are muffled in the bed. The speed feels amazing, but I can’t breathe very well with my face pressed into the bed. I start fucking him back, in hopes that I can free my face from the mattress, but no such luck..