“Fuck me harder!” moans Izzy. Speeding up I do as she asks and fuck her wet pussy harder and faster making her huge tits swing, orgasm building up...in us both.Suddenly Izzy tenses, her pussy gripping my cock as I shoot my load deep inside her.“Don’t stop! Keep going!”So I do. Hammering her sticky, wet pussy with my cock, my balls slapping against her clit, it wasn’t long before she came again, panting and whimpering as she squirts over my balls.“Clean him Izzy. I want fucking like that!”Turning. Over the next few days I deliberately avoided Sudha, saying I was quite busy. I knew that she wanted to try her new seduction techniques on me. I just wanted to get her all heated up. After 2 weeks, she invited me over to lunch, her daughter were out. My jaws dropped as I entered the house. She was wearing nice make-up, for the first time after her husband’s death, and d****d in a fully transparent yellow sari, low neck sleeveless blouse that accentuated her ripe melons, and a low hip sari. Her. "Fuck!" I sucked in a hissing breath, both of my hands finding themselves tangled in her flaming-red hair. I watched her, witnessing every inch of my cock vanishing behind her cock-hungry lips, her needy moans and soft slurps becoming music to my ears. "Mhm . . ." I moaned. Her head bobbed a steady rhythm, and I tied her hair up in my palm, not wanting to obscure my perfect view. "Fuck yes," I said quietly, rearing my head back, gazing up into the ceiling. "Fuck yes, suck my cock. Suck. She also was feeling excited as I could feel her fast heartbeat and erratic breathing. She asked, “Are you alright now? Do not tell anyone what you saw I will give more kisses.” In an intoxicated manner, I replied, Not just kisses I want to drink milk from those jugs directly and taste your milk. If you allow that I will not tell anyone.” She replied hesitatingly,”Promise then you will keep quite,” I said, “It is a deal.”First, she checked whether the door is locked or not then slowly opened.