“So are you married?” she asked.I had to admit I was married. I am not one to lie, not usually.“Oh,” she replied, “I’m sorry if I am causi...ng a problem for you.”“No, problem,” I replied. “It’s a good marriage, but it has its moments.”Her toes floated back to the surface right in front of me. She leaned her head back on the side of the tub and looked towards the night sky in silence. I reached out and grasped one of her ankles and gently massaged her foot.“That feel so good,” she replied after a. I just wanted to see your reaction. You're mine, I won't let other men touch you. The doors are locked, he won't get inside, don't worry," you tell me, and I feel so relieved."I'm yours, Sir" Yes, you are, all mine. He's still watching, put your head down so he can't see you, the show is over," you say and gently push my head down.Soon enough, the man leaves, and you start fucking me harder again."Mhm, I love having this sweet little pussy all for myself. You're such a good girl, always ready. Mie raat ko sote hoye sirf nighty pehnti hoon aur kuch nae kunke muje har raat ungli kiye bina neend nae ati aur aag mie jal jaati. Roz subah uth kar papa ko naashta dena unka khayal rakhna pura din raat jaise k aik biwi rakhti ho magar shayad usse bhe ziada kunke muje papa se Pyaar tha unke badbu Daar kapre dhona muje acha lagta tha aur underwear paseene aur muthh se gili tou muje koyla jaisa garam kardeti uffff aur apni pussy par rub karke he jharr jaati aik raat meri aankh khuli tou miene. “I’m just going to get you wet anyway.” she giggled, her hand coming between the both of us and holding my stiffening prick, lifting it up and down, pressing my helmet between the soft folds of her pussy.“Oh fuck.” I mouthed, letting the towel drop down my face and onto the sodding floor, my hands grabbing at her hips, spinning and pressing her against the wet tiles. She looked at me seductively, her hand still grinding my cock up and down between her pussy, her mouth opening slightly and her.