Usne mujhe wahi gulabi panty dedi jo woh ab tak pahni hui thi. Iske bad usne kaha: Ab jao apne room aur iskesath maza lo. Ok.Itna kahte hue usne door ...poora lock kar diyaaur main wahi door ke paas uski panti ko dekh muskurata raha.Aur fir use sunghaaur bas ye ehsaas hi kaafi tha ki woh dheemi halki paseene si mahak uski chootaur gand ki hai. Bas main bathroom gaya aur use sunghte sunghte chumte hue dobaar muth maar dala.Kuch aadha ghanta araam se maine uskikhushboo ka maza lete hue muth mara.. We kissed madly, almost like lovers.If she had any issue with me as her Sugar Daddy, she was hiding it really well. I felt around her midriff and waist, discovering a stud in her pierced belly button. I was about to explore inside her jeans, but she got up.Bakul: Can we go to a beauty parlor?Me: It’s called a salon here.Bakul: Yes, I’m thinking of changing my hairstyle, is it ok?Me: You don’t need my permission, sweetie.So we set off to the nearest mall. Bakul went to the salon while I shopped. I could feel her tighten and pulse, her pussy kissing my cock. I was above her as I gazed at her, focussing on details, the ink of her eyes, the iridescence of her skin, her soft lips, a perfect mole like an Eighteenth century beauty spot. Then I leaned in to kiss her and as I did, I felt her being, her wholeness, open up to me as our mouths met and my cock filled her, sliding deep into her soaking cunt, hard and long as we, for a moment, became one. She let out a gasp as she took me in, her. She wrapped her arms around me and I picked her up just enough to roll her over onto her back. I began moving a little faster in and out of her soaking wet vagina. I felt a little rough spot in the top of her vagina, I used my head to rub it, she grabbed my arm and began to moan softly at first then a little louder. I leaned in and kissed her neck. I asked her how close she was, she said “almost there”. I knew I couldn’t hold it much longer so I started rubbing her clit. She said “Ok I’m ready”.