As she brought herself forward for a welcome embrace, an errant chair leg caught a heel. She squealed, lurched forward, and the next moment her hands ...ere gripping my chest, while I had a handful of waist – my breathing hastened. Adrenaline overrode boundaries, but her body didn’t complain, breasts fitting like Tetris pieces underneath my ribcage.My other hand invited itself instinctively, and together the two contracted over the supple fabric. Softness covered strength, as I felt firmness. “what do you mean?”“last night when i called you. When you touched yourself for me and got off. Did you enjoy that?”Damini blushes and turns away and replies “i shouldn’t have done that.”“you still didn’t answer the question, did you enjoy it? Come on, just answer the question.”“oh alright, yes. I did enjoy it,” she says with a smile. The memories of last night rush to her head. She remembers her touch and how good it felt to cum. Long lost desires enter her mind.“i bet you’re thinking about it. So with one thrust my cock went in and I lost my virginity, her pussy was quite tight and was squeezing my cock really hard, and this feel was surely better than the feeling of her mouth on my cock.Now I started fucking her slowly in missionary position as it was my first time my rhythm was not that good, but after a while I got used to it and started increasing my speed. Suddenly I pulled out my cock from her pussy and started rubbing it on her pussy lips, she started shouting at me why the. Later at dinner the subject was brought up again and Saranya was shocked when we explained that we fuck outside our bedrooms. I explained to her there is love sex, which we have, and there is lust sex, which we fuck with other people as well. We talked well into the night and Saran had to leave because she was so tired from the trip. We on the other hand we were so horny we started to fuck right there on the living room sofa. I guess we were making too much noise because I saw Saran watching.