shaadi mubarak

Admiration 18+

"I don't know what you're talking about. "
I asked him.
"You heard me, why are you wet for me? "
I realized that his hand was stroking my core which is making me nervous now.

"So tell me do you crave me? "

"N... No, kunwar sa"he pinched my clit which released a moan from me.

" Not the answer that I am looking for khushi. "

"Leave me" He again pinched me releasing a moan.

"Try again"

"Fine!! I want you. I want you to fuck me"
Juat as I said it his fingers stopped the motion and his hands came to undress me. In a second he undraped my saree and opened the blouse which is pretty hard because it's one of the tying ones.

I was standing in front of him half naked with my bra and panties. He then undressed himself. He was well built and why not, we all have been a fan of his body since high school.

He threw my bra and panties and landed me to the bed. When he takes my lips again, I moan into his mouth. It makes him growl. He kisses me deeply, rubbing his hand against my panties, until my body takes over and my hips start to move. Cheeks burning, body shaking, I part my thighs and rock against his hand. He says hotly into my ear, “You want my mouth, don’t you kittem You want me to eat this wet littlepussy until you come on my face.” I mumble a denial. It only makes him laugh. “Yes, you do.” When he pinches my swollen clit, I jerk, moaning. It makes him even hotter.

He whispers, “Yes, you fucking do. You want my tongue and my fingers and my cock all at the same time. You want me exactly as much as I want you. You want to give me all of you, and that makes me fucking crazy because I know you don’t give that to anyone else.” He slides his fingers under my core, stroking my wet folds, teasing the bud of my clit with his thumb. “Say the word and I’ll get on my knees and make you come. I’ll make you come with my mouth, then I’ll fuck you up against this wall and make you come on my cock while I suck on those perfect tits of yours.”

I’m panting. Delirious. “Someone will see us. Someone will walk in—”

“I locked the door.” He slides his finger deep inside me.
I arch my back, gasping and clutching his shoulders. “Kunwar sa”

“Yes, baby. Say my name when I make you come.” His voice is a husky rumble at my ear. His scent is in my nose. He’s big and hot and all around me, overpowering me, making my vision blur and my blood turn to fire. When he kisses me again, I give in. With a little moan, I bend my knee and slide my leg up to his hip. It opens me wider. He responds with a grunt of approval from deep inside his chest and kisses me so hard I grow dizzy. Then he starts to work his big finger in and out while rubbing small circles over my clit with the rough pad of his thumb. It doesn’t take long. I’m too hungry. Too needy. Too desperate for him. When my orgasm hits, I lose myself. My head falls back. I cry out. I convulse against him, my shoulders pressed against the wall and my pelvis jerking against his hand. Hard, rhythmic contractions in my core rock me.
A sob escapes my throat. Long and rock-hard, his erection digs into my thigh. I might be losing my mind from pleasure.