He liked me to wear somewhat fancy dresses rather than our modest religious clothing.Now he is a man of the type I was looking for. I always loved to ...dress somewhat revealing dresses. Here, usually though women do not tend to wear sari that often, in tradition, Buddhist women, who are the majority religion here, tend to wear it on occasions where casual dresses do not make it, like my job, where most of them, and some of my religion as well.I usually wear a very low cut sari jacket, which. Your mind swims, you begin to lose all concentration. You desperately try over and over to continue your quest to pleasure me with your mouth and tongue… try as you might, you’re fighting a losing battle. Your moans become louder and louder, you grind on my face, your hips buck and sway in time with my tongue. I feel you shake violently and convulse… there it is!! You scream like a banshee as your body writhes violently under my oral onslaught. You can’t take anymore and try to dismount in. In the meanwhile I started to touch her lips she didn’t resist oppositely she started to swallow my fingers in to her mouth. She started to taste my finger vigorously. I pulled her head from my lap and started to kiss her neck from behind. I take out my finger and parted my lips in to her lips. She replied with a small bite. That shows she is hanging for sex so long. I got deep in to her mouth and both of us tongues starts playing. Due to first to mate I moved slowly first but she is so. I'll make sure I don't disappoint." I remove my fingers from her cunt and replace them with my cock again. I easily slide all the way into her in one stroke. Her pussy is still a little distended from my cock. I fucked her rhythmically while stroking her ass. She can't pull away as she is pinned down with her legs up against the bed and my full body weight behind her -- and my cock deep in her. Keeping up the rhythmical thrusting I reach into the nightstand drawing a tube of gel. I squeezed.