He kept kissing me as one of his hand travelled in my thongs and the other pulled down my bra. After playing a bit with my pussy and nipples, he turne... me around and started to kiss her on the lips. His fingers still massaging and penetrating my already wet pussy lips. He picked me up and carried me to the back seat of the vehicle.After getting in, he locked the car and shut down all the lights and we started kissing wildly. I was quick and didn't waste much time to undo his shirt and went. This is one of those cases. If you have read my other stories or watched my videos, you know that I have indulged in a taken woman or two..or three...or fuck it..I fuck married women. Let the stone throwing begin! This is the story of my time with a woman with a situation different than any I had encountered up to that point. I met her online. I'll skip the details except to say she made it known she needed a lover and she was married. I only responded to her because I was curious what her. I’m reeling and squirming as my womanhood conquers his manhood. I'm groaning so out loud that perhaps everyone in the entire damn motel must be certainly hearing me, and Darren continues his long and deep rhythmic thrusts. I wrap my legs around his hips to experience those electrifying sensations as my climax ebbs. As my pussy is somewhat sore from all his manly invasions, I'm beginning to regret my lofty words a few minutes back.It’s too late to beg for mercy as my body craves for his. But never anything was open between us; it was a kind of teaser for both of us.Then one fine morning I got to know that Kamya has to go to her mother’s place to attend some marriage and my brother was busy. My parents told me that I have to go with her and attend the function and also bring back Kamya bhabi in my brother’s absence. I was so happy to hear that news but controlled my happiness. I told my parents ok that I will go with her.I was just waiting for the day to come; I was so happy and.