“Aghhh… Yes!” Lynda moans out loud as Bianca slips her finger into her hot wet vagina and then run her thumb over her clit, and then pausing bri...efly, she kneels down on the rubber mat in the shower tray. She opens her mouth to lick the horny woman’s heavenly triangle while deliberately ignoring her wet fragrant flower, she continues to kiss the softer insides of her silken thighs, and then follows up with longer strokes down to the back of her knees and then up to the centre of her passion.. I just kneeled there in front of her, my fingers still inside of her and took it all in.When she came down from her high a few moments later, she whispered for me to sit on top the counter. I remember the cold granite pressed against my ass cheeks, but it was a small sacrifice for what was about to come (no pun intended).Like a woman possessed she grabbed my cock and began sucking and stroking as fast as she could. It was nice to finally be able to really lay back and expose ourselves to each. I was grown up and my parents were worried about me . 25yrs old in Indian society is quite late for marriage. I often mused…. “One day even I would get a prince, like Cinderella.” The epoch was not distant. Ultimately, I really conferred someone special in life. Certainly, he was different not like others. I was impressed by his manly body at the first sight and all my fantasies seemed to come true to life.Our meeting was an arranged sort of thing but I could read the inner recess of his mind.. I could even feel him a little, it had been almost a week since I’d been with Martin. I was looking forward to Monday, when my husband would go to work, and I’d get that big hard cock I’d grown accustomed too. When I woke up that morning, Tom had already left for work. He was considerate that way, often showering in the guest bathroom so he wouldn’t disturb me. He knew I liked to sleep in. As I rolled out of bed, I was already feeling that familiar itch. I cleaned up carefully, lubing up.