Devyani was already in the room, waiting for me. We kissed desperately, clawing at each other’s clothes and panting breathlessly. We immediately beg...n fucking, with no foreplay, and Devyani was so wet her juices literally splashed onto my thighs when I entered her. She came twice before I shot my load inside her, and I was so horny my erection didn’t even soften. I kept fucking her, doggy style this time, with her face smashed into the pillow. The headboard of the bed kept banging into the wall. The nurse was a short and busty black woman who looked to be in her early 40’s, her look was very 70’s retro, long wavy hair, thick full lips that were sporting shiny fire engine red lipstick and when I saw her uniform I thought that I was being pranked. She wore the traditional nurse uniform that looked about two sizes too small, her tits were round and perky, about the size of g****fruits about burst from her blouse and showing cleavage. She had on a short skirt with a long split and to top. He ripped his lips from hers and nipped his way to her ear, ‘Tell me what you want, love.’ She swallowed, she could barely form a coherent sentence. Her mind was jumbled with his touch, his musky smell, his deep chuckle, his perfect smile, and his rock hard arousal. ‘You,’ she whispered. He traced her throbbing sex with his own arousal, teasing her without entering her. ‘What was that? Don’t know if I heard you correctly…’ his Australian accent thick with his desire. ‘You! I want you. I need. He opened up his shirt completely and asked her to remove his pants too. Anitha being experienced swiftly removed the belt and pulled the trouser along with his underwear!Both got up and started kissing each other so passionately that they forget my presence in the hall. She looked at me naughtily and pulled him into our bedroom and in the darkness I could see Raman pulling the cherry red colored wrap around from my wife’s waist and also trying to remove the sleveless silk top. He was indeed.