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It had been almost a few months since I had sex with Mansi.
After an early morning sex, I woke up at around 7. I was half asleep and was feeling burning sensations in my stomach. Maybe, lack of sleep might have caused me acidity. I woke up to fetch some water to relax my tummy. While rubbing my eyes, I got up from the bed and saw Mansi looking out the window.
She was sipping her coffee while thinking about something. Mansi was wearing my shirt, and her hairs were open. Her silver anklets on her bare body were as mesmerising as possible. Her shiny legs were glooming, and her figure was visible from the back.
I got up and, with cat paws, went near Mansi. I hugged her from behind as she emerged from her thoughts to reality. While I hugged Mansi, she tucked her right hand over my neck while her other hand carried her coffee. Twisting her neck towards me, she smiled and gave a perky kiss on my cheek.
We both greeted good morning to each other. The cold atmosphere suddenly gave me warmth after hugging Mansi. I was only in my boxers. My dick was rubbing Mansi’s ass. After exchanging love gestures and warmth with each other, Mansi said in a sad tone:
Mansi: (sadly looking out the window) I don’t want to leave this place. It’s so peaceful here. It makes me forget all my sorrows.
Me: (while rubbing my lips over her collarbone) Hmmmm. I can see that.
Mansi: (kissed my cheeks again) You are the reason for this peace. Make me yours one more time before we leave.
Saying this, she turned and kissed me passionately. I locked my hands behind her waist and pulled her tighter towards me. I could taste the coffee remains from her lips and her tongue. Birds chirping outside were rhythmic with our sensuality.
I lifted Mansi’s buttocks upwards, making her sit on my hips like a child. We both kept kissing each other passionately as I walked towards the bathroom. Mansi’s tongue always turns me on whenever I explore her mouth.
Walking towards the bathroom by lifting and kissing Mansi, we both entered. I eased my hands by posing her down and hugged her tightly while opening the shower tap just behind her. Hot water droplets started sprinkling over us as my shirt that Mansi wore got drenched.
Since my shirt got wet, the fabric got transparent. Her figure was visible, which was sticking her body. I started opening the buttons of the shirt slowly while both her hands were resting on my chest as she observed my act.
Both our bodies were drenched, and the moment got more intense with the foggy atmosphere created by the hot water. Mansi was naked in front of me with her two threaded Mangalsutra, sindoor and silver anklets which were the only obligations on her body.
I removed my boxers, hugged Mansi again, and vigorously kissed her lips, neck, and shoulders under the hot water. I was rubbing my dick on her pussy lips while her small pubic hairs were itching my dick.
Mansi: When was the last time you took a bath with someone?
Me: I don’t remember.
Mansi: You forget things so easily?
Me: Maybe the bath was not worth remembering. That’s why I’m unable to recollect.
Mansi: Oh! Let me make it worth remembering for you.
Saying this, she went on her knees and, the next moment, gulped my dick in her mouth. The hot water droplets were spilling on my chest and tumbling down to my penis and Mansi’s lips and face. Mansi might be feeling like sitting beneath a small waterfall.
I enjoyed her blowjob and kept praising her for her extraordinary sucking skills. Her mangalsutra, as usual, hanging like a pendulum below my dick, was tearing my boner. Her lactating eyes watched me upwards, looking at her and how I was moaning with her skills.
Her wet hairs were in my hands, pushing them for a deep throat. The more Mansi went deep throat, her boobs pressed on both my thighs. Her boobs pressed over my thighs, making my knees weaker. The next art of lusty business came into play.
She pulled her mouth out, uncovered my dick, raised her posture, and kissed my tummy and belly. My dick was rubbing her throat, and she was biting my belly simultaneously while holding my butt. Mansi asked me to lower my posture a bit. I always did whatever she asked me to do in sex.
She lifted both her boobs and sandwiched my dick in between them. A feeling of ecstasy ran through my head. This was a first-time experience for Mansi, and I enjoyed her boob fuck. Mansi was holding both her boobs tight, pressing my dick in between.
I was fucking her boobs as per her instructions. While fucking her boobs, her mangalsutra looped my dick in and out. That was a scene to be caught and displayed in the world of kink. Her red sindoor had turned into a liquid. Dropping from her forehead to her nose and onto my dick. The signs through her mangalsutra and sindoor’s actions indicated that I was her ‘MAN’.
Mansi continued titfucking for some more time. The nerves of my dick were still visible due to over-excitement. I pulled Mansi’s hair and made her sit on the tap taking support from the other tap. Mansi was breathing heavily by now. I switched off the shower’s tap so that the fog would disappear in some time.
Water droplets were falling from our bodies. I lifted Mansi’s right leg and twisted it behind my waist. My dick rubbed Mansi’s pussy, and I surrendered my tongue over her boobs. The wetness was making a slippery effect on my hold over her boobs.
Still, I kept pressing and holding Mansi’s boobs firm and tight. Sucking and licking her boobs while biting the tip of her nipples which had always been my tosser. She, too, liked this act of mine. For the next few minutes, I kept sucking and licking her boobs.
By the time our bodies were leaving the wetness and were turning to get dry. The coldness was certainly entering our bodies due to our half-wetness. I quickly lifted Mansi, switched her to my position, and made her stand. I switched on the hot water tap again to shower the hot droplets over us.
Mansi covered her face when the shower started and shifted her hair back. I knelt, made Mansi stand, and rested her back on the wall. She took hold of the towel stands with one hand, which was in an upwards direction. She shivered the moment I touched my lips on her inner thighs.
She was aware of my moves thoroughly by now. I lifted Mansi’s right leg and kept it on my shoulders while kneeling. Mild massaging her right inner thigh with the wet grip of mine, I started kissing and licking it. My tongue tasted watery essence with the mixture of her love juices.
With every bite on her inner thigh, her body shook a bit, making the sound of her anklets. Droplets of water and love juices were tumbling down from her pussy. She was unable to distinguish between them. I kept licking and sucking Mansi’s right thigh, creating black marks.
After a mouth massage on her right thigh with love bites, I pushed my tongue into her pussy. Since there were small hard pubic hairs on her pussy. It was making trouble for me to lick her pussy due to itching. I fetched a shampoo and conditioner, mixed them up and applied them on her pussy to soften her pubic hairs.
After rubbing and softening her pubic hairs, I buried my face in Mansi’s pussy and kept licking and sucking her pussy. The essence of shampoo and conditioner was mixed with her love juices now. She smelled sensual down there.
I sniffed and licked her pussy while the water droplets were tumbling down. I would suggest all my readers try this loving gesture once. I came up and kissed and smooched Mansi before the final action. We shifted our positions again. I made Mansi turn around, allowing her to bend down in standing doggy.
With the tap’s support, the flow of water droplets had changed. I posted my dick over Mansi’s pussy and started inserting it. The water droplets were sprinkling between her ass and my dick. I started with slow strokes since our bodies were wet.
It was viable to say that the fucking sounds were louder than the usual ‘thap thap’ sounds. Holding her waist tighter, which was hard due to the slippery effect, still made me comfortable to fuck Mansi deeper and harder. Her grip was firm and hard on the tap.
Mansi spread her legs more down the line allowing me to get more in her. Her moans were loud and expressive.
I kept fucking her in the same position for some more time before turning her around again and switching positions. I made her stand and rest towards the wall, lifted her left leg, and twisted it behind my waist. I positioned myself a bit lower and adjusted my dick on her pussy.
Holding her waist and gripping her ass, I inserted my dick while resting my face on her shoulders. I kept fucking Mansi in that position for some more time. In the flow, I sometimes made vigorous moves over her in excitement. At the same time, raising her hands and biting her armpits and her boobs in between.
The fuck continued for some more time before both came simultaneously.
This was our fuck session before leaving for the police station. The saga continues in future as well. To know more about it, keep supporting and writing to me at [email protected].
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