Now that he was gone after being parted from his flowing hair that had extended all the way down to his shoulders, she was determined to hold onto her... as long as possible no matter what it took.At least her husband was not overly cursed with a driving need for copulation like these half naked savages with urges that required many of them to have multiple wives to keep them satisfied under the blankets. She really didn't mind being taken after being rudely awakened in the middle of the night. A god I just started to bite and suck it hardly. She just pushed but continued to lick it and I caught her boob in one hand and took me other hand to the pussy. But she pushed my hands. I did not leave her. I just lifted her saree and took my hand again to her pussy. I could feel her hairy pussy. I was very eager to see it. Then I got up and removed my t-shirt and trousers and again lifted her saree and petticoat slowly. But this she just closed her eyes very tightly with her hands. Then I. It starts slowly, chaps, no rush !There’s no set format to it, either. I would tend to touch my breasts through my clothing. One hand straying to my belly and, again, through my clothes, just apply a little pressure, with my fingers, down towards my pussy. I may lift my skirt a little and let the fingers on one hand brush against my thigh. I’m still dressed, although, I may have unbuttoned my blouse by now. I do have sensitive nipples and they play a key role when I jill off. Laying back on the. My hands, not otherwise occupied, roamed my body, massaging thighs, belly, and breasts.The chair made it better for both of us. I could easily adjust and hold my position without getting tired. He had enough freedom of movement to explore every part of me. Like a roller coaster in reverse, he drove me up higher and higher hills, each swell of delight followed by a longer build.“Keep going,” I urged when I sensed he was slowing to start another cycle, afraid I wouldn’t last another round..