A hungering moan pleas for more. The hands, once gentle, force you once again to turn, but this time, your knees are dug into the sheets and your ass ...is up in the air. Not once have you been in this position. The hands return, but this time they rub and cup your ass.The squeeze the muscle and fat before prying the cheeks open to inspect what's inside. A finger runs along the thin crevice of your ass, and it sticks the tip in just to see how tight the hole really is. Then the hand travels down. This is my first sex story in Indian Sex Stories. I am a regular reader though. I am posting this sex story with alias name Prathiba. She is a house wife of 36 years, who hides a lot of sexual pleasures, which I came to know later on. Hahaha. Here is the sex story.I am an employee working for a private firm in Hyderabad and she is my neighbor. I visit their home often whenever I get time to have some time pass. Uncle does canvassing on different products. Prathiba and I usually hang out on. "Martha smiled at me and held my hands in hers. I looked at her andsmiled back."I know you are right. I am just nervous. Actually, I have it allplanned out." Oh, I believe it, Anne. You can be such a devil. Are you wearing whiteor black tonight?" White. Pure, virginal white." And Mark will have a hard-on all day once he sees you. You won't beable to keep him off you once he sees you come down that aisle."I blushed thinking about Mark having an erection caused by looking atme, but I laughed with. ”“Don’t you worry,” Annette said. “I’ll take care of you.” That was a key phrase that I’d used often with Susan. And I meant it. I felt strongly that one of my key responsibilities as an artist—and as a friend—was to protect and care for my models. I knew, though, that Annette meant it, too. Susan was her friend and she wasn’t going to abuse her. “What do you think of this?”“It’s beautiful. It’s like a Princess Leia harem outfit.”“More or less. It’s a little more revealing, but we aren’t.
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