Eventually Prem caught the end of the sari and reeled her in. He started to unravel the saree, turning her round and round. He kissed her mouth and ears and neck as she spun slowly. He kissed her while continuing to move his manly hands all over her body, groping her right ass and rubbing her neck while playing with her breasts. The saree spun off and fell to the floor in a puddle of silky wedding attire, having achieved its mission of seducing her man, and leaving my wife in only her blouse and petticoat.Prem reached over to my wife’s breasts, fondling them, tracing his fingers all around the contours of the blouse, eventually bringing his fingers to the small clasps that held it on. One by one, he managed to methodically release the metal clasps. The blouse came apart at the front, dropping away to reveal her perky breasts. He looked at her eyes as he did all this, then he leaned down to her chest. I could see her perky breasts, so firm like ripe mangoes, with nipples erect. He. She turned and pulled her panties from my mouth. “You can’t very well eat pussy if your mouth is already full. You do want to eat me, don’t you?” “Yes, Petra. Please?” “And remember, you do not cum without my permission!” she added as she settled herself onto my face. My tongue sought out her inner lips, drinking her aromatic and tasty juices. Then I felt her tongue as it licked up the essence deposited on my cock. She worked her way from tip to base, sucking my testicles into her mouth, bathing them with her tongue. After letting them plop from her mouth, she engulfed my hardness completely, my helmet bumping the back of her throat. I could feel my own orgasm slowly rising, but, try as I might to think non-sexual thoughts and keep it at bay, I knew I was going to lose. I began to moan into her ripe, wet cunt, trying to relay my urgency and still follow orders. She allowed my cock to slip from her mouth. “You aren’t thinking of cumming are you?” “MmmHmm!” I moaned between licks.
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