She had removed her dress and left it crumpled on the floor. She was absolutely beautiful. She had black stockings on, attached to a piece of lingerie...that was on top of her thong with those little clip things. Her torso was bound in a black corset that made her boobs stand out and put her hair, which she had left down, into a beautiful contrast. She smiled and twitched a finger inviting me over. I lifted my drink from the table and took a sip. It was extremely good. I sat down on the couch. Her pussy was now flowing freely with her cum and my spit, her entire crack shining with wetness. I spit again on her ass and watched it slide faster now over her asshole, onto her pussy, and then onto the sheet. I put my hand under her crotch and caught some of her warm cum on my hand, wetting it. I then stood and smacked her ass hard. I heard her moan a little. I spanked her again. She gasped and murmured something that sounded like “Yes.” I wanted deeply to take my pants off and shove my. She had put the shirt down and reached for it between the racks. It was a smooth, black leather pencil skirt which would follow the contours of her bottom and thighs perfectly. Judging by the length it would probably reach halfway to her knee, making it short enough to be very sexy but still in a classy way. Thinking back how she had felt while trying on the boots she feared that the leather skirt would only amplify it. So it would be better to just purchase the two items, and try them on in. Nidhi came back. “Don’t worry the conference will another 20-30 minutes,” she said.She held my hand and took me to bed. She told me to lie down and then Nidhi climbed on top of me. She took my cock in her handed and guided it towards her pussy. Slowly she sat on my cock. My cock vanished inside her warm soft vagina. It was a feeling that I can never forget.She kept riding me and we both cummed together. I was even better than the previous time. She lay on my chest totally exhausted. We chatted.