She could not, however, work out how to undo the gold ring in her navel. That would have to wait for later. She ran her bath, selecting from the array... of luxurious bath oils on the shelf, and relaxed in the large tub. Just over an hour later, freshly bathed, powdered and conditioned, her soft blonde hair newly washed and dried, Emma appraised herself in the full-length mirror. ‘Mmm – not bad!’ she thought, twisting to admire her firm buttocks, and again catching sight of the tattoo on her left. She was apparently showing me where she felt my cock deep inside her. Watching her dance on me, I took her breast in my hands. They were exquisitely firm and round. Her nipples were elongated and had stiffened as a result of her excitement.“Oh! Deolo! Deolo!” she screamed as another orgasm, much more potent than her first, overtook her. I felt the muscles in her vagina rippling against my cock. “Ohhhh, deolo!!” she continued to cry; throwing her head back and forth wantonly.I grasped her slim. She continued to blow me for 10 more minutes with utmost care and passion as if she was striving for a dick since a long while.Now it was my turn to go rough. I pulled her up and pushed her on the kitchen counter with her ass facing me. She laughed and knew I was being purposefully rough. I decided to enter her and reached out to the pack of condom in my jeans. She asked, “Kya kar rahe ho?” (What are you doing). I said, “Condom le raha hu” (I’m taking the condoms). She said, “Rehne do, aise hi. He smacked my ass a few more times, asking if I was ready to get fucked yet, while using his other hand to rub his, now condom covered, cock along my pussy lips. Finally, as I was approaching the point of begging him to fuck me, he roughly pushed me down onto the desk so that I was laying flat, with my head turned at an angle, and shoved his cock into me, eliciting a sharp moan as I felt his thick rod filling me. He repeatedly stabbed himself into me, my toes coming off of the floor with each.