Each bounce makes more and more of her face brush up against me, until the whole of her face is pressing against me and her lips are kissing my balls....She is gentle and not at all playful. Her hands come up to grab my hips and her kisses are exquisite and passionate. Each one makes me feel like there is nothing else she’d rather be doing. Her tongue flickers around the outline of my ball-sac before she inhales the left side into her mouth and sucks. I moan. She moans in return, sending. It was an intense moment and she hugged me. My hands were on her boobs and I felt her hand on my trouser holding onto my dick that is semi erect yet. We were kissing and she said “you don’t want to fuck me is this why your dick is not hard yet or you have got the same problem as my husband”. This line said me many thing that I could not have asked her straight forward. I started eating her neck and she pushed her hand inside my trouser. My body was getting pulses of current with the touch of. I grabbed a taxi to the Crown Hilton where my reservations were held and walking up to the counter wearily collected a room key, located the dreary room I was to sleep in and was out like a light. My sleep was so sound that at one point I forgot all about the events of the last couple days and dreamt of home, simpler times and my girl... No wait... Ex girl... I dreamt of her wild sex, probably now with some wild eyed beer belly who promised her jewelry instead of truly appreciating her "jewels". As the train was in full speed the coach was moving in its own rhythm and I was putting all my efforts to get my lund inside her chut up to the base. It must have been painful for her as I could see few tears in her eyes and she was unable to make sound as her lips were tightly sealed by mine. I kept fucking her without being polite and finally filled her pussy with load of cum. As I released her Bharti took a sigh of relief and kept lying there for few minutes. After this she decide to sleep..