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Continuation:
Mansi kept kissing and biting my shoulders while hugging me. I reciprocated the same way on her body. I kept biting her shoulders and neck just the way she did. It was a fight of ecstasy between us. Her nails were scratching my back, and I was pinching her back.
I was her holding so firm that our breathing was getting higher. The cold climate was creating wonders for us under the blanket. My saliva was bounding like glue all over her assets. In no time, her bra was off her boobs. She was moaning a lot in ecstasy.
The steamy scene was happening early in the morning. There was pin-drop silence all around the ambience. We both were tired, but our tiredness didn’t show up while making out.
My lips went straight over her boobs, spreading my love all over her juicy melons. Her body’s aroma, especially on her boobs, mesmerises me more. Her mangalsutra, which she always wore, has been my tosser whenever I had sex with Mansi.
I licked her boobs and her dark brown nipples. Sometimes I used to twist her nipples and bite them with my teeth. She gets aroused more when I lick her nipples like a lizard’s tongue. Licking and sucking her upper body, I came down to her navel and kept kissing and licking it.
Encircling her deep navel hole was igniting a fire in her. My head was locked with her legs crossed over my body. Her legs pressed my head more on her navel while crumbling the pillow with ecstasy. The room booked for Mansi, and my friend was fully utilised by me.
All thoughts of my imagination, which came a few days back at home, revolved around me. It was like whatever I was thinking was turning real in life. Maybe that was destined to happen. I came lower, licking and sucking her navel to remove her jeans.
The jeans were too tight. So I made her stand on the bed while I sat down on the floor to lower her jeans. When her jeans were off, I lifted her on my shoulders when she was just in her panty. Her lactating body was unaware of my next move. She always kept wondering what I was up to.
I dropped her on the couch and lifted her legs on my shoulders. I started kissing and licking her feet, toes, and ankles, moving ahead with licking her calves. I went on my knees while Mansi’s legs were still over my shoulders. Licking and sucking her calves, I moved upper to her thighs.
Those thighs were always to be cherished. I knew how to adore her thighs in the right way. In no time, I dug my face in between both her thighs. Thrills passed over her body. She shuffled and ached her body the moment I dug my face. Her moans were still the same.
At the same time, her ecstasy was visible in her facial expressions. A sudden chill passed with every lick of my tongue on her thighs. Her lips used to get twisted and bite each other.
A few hours back, Mansi’s husband was arrested, and she’s fucking with her husband’s friend. The kink of thought was as high as it could be. Rolling my tongue over her thighs and biting them was an enormous path of eroticism. Her thighs had marks of my bites.
I was licking those marks like a dog licks his wounds. Her panty had turned sticky by now. I was feeling the warmth of it. A pungent odour was getting delivered through her panty. Her love juices were flowing out by now.
Sniffed her pussy over her panty, smelling the odour of her juices. The sticky was brushed over my nose. Mansi’s legs were shaking by now. I stood up and removed my jeans and undies simultaneously. She was sitting on the couch while I was standing in front of her.
I rubbed my dick near her face, inviting her to take it in her mouth. She lifted her face and smirked at me before holding my dick in her hand. She took hold of my dick and wiped it first with her panty lying beside it. The next moment lava hit my dick.
I felt like my dick has entered a volcano. Mansi had swallowed my dick in no time. We were not new lovers who felt awkward or shy to make kinky moves. We were so comfortable with each other while making out. We never asked each other to make any sensuous moves.
After sucking my dick, I took hold of her hair and started fucking her mouth. I went harsh in between. Her mouth was wide open as she already knew about my roughness. I kept mouth fucking Mansi for some time as she took it all.
Her hands on my waist and saliva from her mouth to my dick was a scene that couldn’t be recreated.
After sucking and dispensing her saliva, I lifted her legs. I kept her one leg on my shoulder and the other one holding around my waist. Mansi’s eroticism was at the next level. She lifted her waist to give me a clear view of her pussy. In no time, I inserted my dick raw in her. She hissed the moment I entered her.
Mansi: (looking into my eyes while I’m gentle with my strokes) You’ve been missed for a long time, honey. This room was booked to be fucked by my husband. Look at you. You registered your dick here as well. (Saying this, she winked.)
Me: (slow and steady fuck strokes while our conversation continues) Are you not worried for your husband?
Mansi: (smirked at me) Worry for what? Should I worry about the blunders he’s created here as well?
Me: (lifting her legs more over me) But still…
Mansi: (closed her eyes) Keep doing what you are good at. Rather why should I worry when you are here to relieve your beloved friend?
Mansi’s words were stumbling after every deep stroke of mine.
Me: (increasing my fucking speed now) For the time being, you’re getting relieved.
Mansi: (laughed) Such a lucky bastard you are. Aren’t you? Fucking your friend’s wife on her holidays, which was meant to be her second honeymoon. Lucky, lucky bastard. Go deeper, honey.
Me: (increased my speed of fucking) Yeah. I am lucky. I beg you to be with me henceforth. I apologise for my mistake, my love.
The couch was making more noise. Since Mansi’s thighs are thick, it made a lot of “thap thap” sounds after every hard stroke. I lifted Mansi while my dick was still in her pussy. Moving a couple of steps towards the bed, I kept fucking Mansi in the air.
I didn’t want to erupt my dick out of her pussy. I banged Mansi on the bed and went missionary. I hugged Mansi tight while I kept fucking with harder strokes. She was moaning and blocking her mouth on my shoulders. Her teeth were biting my shoulders while her nails scratched, making marks over my back.
Mansi: (scratching my back and whispering in my ears) Missed you so much, love. I have craved the smell of your sweat for so many days. Fuck me deeper.
Me: (fucking deeper and harder) Your words always turn right.
Mansi: (roaring and crying with my harder strokes) Indeed, honey. I already told you. You make me feel complete. Keep fucking harder. I always expect the same care and love from my husband that I get from you. Can’t deviate from my decisions, but I am all yours.
Her eyes were moist, and she was on another level of ecstasy of joy and happiness. She collapsed after getting discharged. After 10 more minutes of missionary, I burst into Mansi’s pussy.
There was a sigh of relief on both ends. The moment had been rejuvenated once again. There was no sign of guilt as we both smiled after the act.
We didn’t sleep until we reported at the police station the next morning at 10 A.M. In the next part, I will share about making out with Mansi in the bathroom before leaving for the Police station. Till then, let me know your response on this part. Keep writing to [email protected].
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