She jumped her chutads vigorously up as if to enable her Boor to gulp the Lund whole. She held me closely against her. I felt the pinch of her nails o...n my back. She locked her legs over my waist. Her chuchis pressed against my chest.My lips locked with hers. I tried to stroke.She forbade. ‘Nahi…Lund ko jor se bhitar dabake rakho…’I pressed hard. Real hard. She always liked this action. She had told me ‘whenever the supari of the Lund hits and presses against the ‘Pleasure Point’, deep inside. I did not need any more of an invitation and I stepped up behind her, pushed her face down to the cart, and pointed my leaking cock tip against the glistening moist lips of her pussy and shoved! It was not romantic, it was not sweet. We had had that phase as teens decades earlier! Now there was simply not enough time for drama. I felt the head of my cock pop into her and while I waited for her to ge accustomed to my intrusion, she suddenly pushed back into me, taking half of my shaft into. At about 2 pm, I heard the door bell and opened the door. It was Swapna bhaabi in a light pink salwar suit and the duppatta on her head as always, looking awesome like a pink rose. I welcomed her, tell her to sit and I sat next to her on the sofa. As I was sitting close to her my shoulder is getting touch to her shoulder and also our knees. We started talking and I said, ”Ghar par kya bataakar aye ho?”She answered, ”Yahe ki aunty ke ghar par jaa rahe hu.”I said, ”Aap baitho mai aake liye chai. Later, as we were checking in at the Embassy Suites, I was conflicted on whether I would accept his offer to visit his suite. After I completed my check in, I turned and he was standing there. “I’m in suite 9502; see you at 7:00 PM,” he said. Before I could respond, he turned and headed to the elevators. Later, in my room, I was trying to decide if I was going to go to his room. But at 7:00 PM, I was standing outside suite 9502. As I reached to knock on the door, it opened and I heard him say,.