When that orgasm had subsided I used some of her cum as lubricant and slid a finger straight into her tight ass. She didn’t complain as I had almost... expected, the way most women do if you just ram a finger into their ass. Instead she let out a deep guttural moan and shivered. I couldn’t believe this girl the way she could take being filled and still wanted more. I thought I’d find out for sure. “Are you full enough yet you nasty little slut?” “Fuck no, give me more. Shove that thick. I gave her 100 rupee and she was very happy she just thanked me and left the home.The 1st Sunday came she came at 1.30 I was waiting for her we both sat on the bed and I started to chat with her .she was responding she was wearing a cream color skirt and her thigh were visible and that was making my cock erect as I was in jeans it was easy to hide we both continued our chat it was 3 she left and she came in evening as my mom will return from shop at night I was just having a chance to touch her. Then she shoved my skirt over my panties. She stared down at the light-gray cloth soaked by my passion. Her head darted down, her small nose twitching as she inhaled.“Oh, you smell different from me,” she said. “Spicy.”“Not tangy like you?” I asked. “Do you ... taste yourself?”“Sometimes ... After I masturbate.” Her cheeks burned. “You smell better than me.” Her nostrils flared. “Oh, I have to taste you.”It seemed to me that her aggressive passion swelled. Then she shoved her hand up beneath my. I looked at her massive ass perched in the air as if it were calling me. I quickly kneeled behind her and took my swollen cock in my hand.I rubbed the head along her pussy twice and thrust into her. I fucked her with all my might. I could hear my cock sloshing in and out with each stroke. I grinned to myself and kept up my jack hammered pace.My hands were on her ass and I watched it jiggle each time I buried myself inside of her. Vicky put her face and chest on the blanket and elevated her ass.