I asked her what the matter was. She said, “My husband is in Chennai and I live with my baby of 8 months.” I thought it must be tough for her. I s...aid,” Why don’t we celebrate your birthday together?”She said, “Why would you do that?” I said because “You look prettier when you are smiling. I want to make you smile.” She asked, “what can you do to make me smile?” I said ” Anything”.We exchanged numbers and that evening I took her to a bar cum restaurant in the city. Things happened so fast that I. .no!” When l released her tit and withdrew my fingers.She tried to replace my fingers with hers but l held her wrists, careful not to hurt her.“You bastard, let me do it,” she yelled, “let me finish, you didn’t finish me, l hate you….l hate you.”I smiled down at her. “There’s plenty of time,” l said.“Just let me cum once, please,” she begged, her chest rising and falling with deep breaths.“But you hate me,” l smiled.“I didn’t mean it,” she started to cry, “l didn’t mean it, you know l love you. You start by rubbing my ass cheeks ... laying claim to them.Smack! The first one always makes me jump a little. You pause to let the sensation and its effects sink in. When you spanked me, my pussy ground against your leg I was straddling, adding to my pleasure.Smack! Smack! Smack! You alternate ass cheeks this time and increase your intensity. I gasp a little as the stinging starts. You tighten your grip on my waist but rub my ass to relieve some of the initial stinging. You want this spanking. She stretched her arms letting the moonlight gently caress her body once again. As she did so, she could not suppress the urge to allow her fingers to retrace the areas that his tongue had traveled earlier. His soft kisses upon her neck, his lips suckling at her nipples…these thoughts recaptured those erotic moments and the re-emerging sensations began to cause her feel the sweet feeling of the deep throbbing ache within her. She moistened her finger with her own tongue reminding her of his.