I choose a black summer dress with a very deep cleavage, one of the many dresses I have but never have chance to wear because of too much sexy for my ...wn family and friends. No bra and just black little panties and my black high heel sandals. I was happy to be able to wear those dresses in the upcoming days and would do my best to look as sexy as possible. When we got together with the others I was surprised about the way some other women “dressed up”! A few were wearing literally only sexy. I held his hand and placed it on my waist with my eyes closed. I could feel him coming towards me and his breath becoming mine. I heard the most lovable pronunciation of my name in the world. It was Bhanu’s. I opened my eyes, finding him close to my face at the same distance which I’ve dreamt of all these nights. Yeah, it is done-my heart told but not yet-resounded my boiling body.I love you Chitra” That’s it. I thought the purpose of my life was done with those words. Ha I love you too Bhanu.. He rammed her as hard as he could and then froze with his back arched as she ground down onto him and he came hard, buried deep inside her contracting hole. They gasped and grunted, trembling and weak after all their efforts. He relaxed his grip on her and she slid off of him to lay face down on the grass. The last echoes of thunder died away and the rain slowed to a gentle patter on the leaves above. Regaining their composure he yanked up his jeans and shorts, buckling his belt once again. You two made sweet, passionate love, while we had rough, disrespectful sex.Not that I minded.In many instances, you told me about the bliss of finishing inside her bits. You beamed with pride – all of this while I’m covered in your semen of course. When alone, I laughed at the irony of it all.“I came inside of her yesterday morning and it was so wonderful,” you’d say.“Awww, that’s so sweet,” I’d reply with your spunk dripping off my face and onto my gigantic, whore tits.And who could forget how.