Main daily ek ghanta ke kareeb exercise karta tha.Lekin Sangita ke baat ne mujhe khush kar diya. Uski baato se saaf laga ki woh mere figure ko pasand ...arti hai. Sangita ki baat sunkar maine uski saas ki or dekha. Aunty ne mujhe wink karte hue jor se aankh maari.Puneet chup raha. Lekin maine kaha, “Sangita, tumhe chinta karne ki jarurat nahi. Puneet eise hi bohut strong aur handsome hai, samay aane par woh bhi apne body ka pura dhyan rakhega. Waise main bachpan se hi khel-kud, exercise karta hu.. Taking a deep breath I dropped my pussy down burying his cock completely inside me. He almost jumped up when I did that.“Oh my…, your cock is big, daddy.” I cried.I started riding his cock. He was staring at me directly in my eyes. I could see my husband’s image in him. But it was exactly what my horny pussy needed and he took advantage of it.I concentrated on grinding on his hard dick and getting him to cum. He was squeezing on my breasts while I fucked him. My butt cheeks bashing on his balls. Leading me to the bed and sitting me down on the softness of the quilt I can hear as he starts undressing. The sound of his clothes hitting the carpeted floor mixes with the crackling of the fire. Then as I sit patiently I sense he is closer and I feel his hand on mine, guiding it upwards to touch him, to feel him growing, to feel and experience the excitement he has for me. I have dreamt about this moment since seeing him in his fullness for the first time earlier in the evening but now. I lick lightly between your thighs, earning a squeak from you. You’ve always been torn about ‘how embarrassing’ it is for me to lick you there, but I make you beg for it often enough that we both know any modesty is just you going through the motions anymore. My tongue finds your swollen bud and you bite back a yelp. All the anticipation, all the eagerness, all built up so that you only needed a little attention yourself before orgasming. I eagerly lap up the sweet nectar leaking from you,.