Previous Part: She Walked Into My House & Nothing Has Been the Same -Part 2
We decided to shower side by side. Saroj grabbed my hand. Led me into her bedroom. Upon arriving at the door, I noticed her fair backside. I spanked it once, then squeezed it a few times.
I wrapped my arm around her waist, placed my hand on her stomach, and drew her close until her back met my chest. My erect dick rested between her ass cheeks.
We separated our fingers. I embraced her from behind, cradled her breasts. I positioned my dick nestled between her buttocks. Saroj steadied the door with one hand while caressing my thigh with the other. Her breasts were supple and symmetrical.
As I was kneading them, I looked up at her face. Asked, “How did you become so pale, baby?”
Saroj sighed softly, mouth sealed, eyes shut. She remained silent. I whispered, “You could be paler than the seed I placed inside you.” She chuckled. I continued to hold her breasts and kissed her shoulder. Her arm.
She moved her hand off my thigh. Tugged at my hair. I pressed my lips to her arms, gently biting sections of her skin. I slid downward and kissed the back of her breast. Brought her around to face me.
I lifted her breasts from beneath. Gently took one nipple into my mouth. My other arm wrapped around her waist while I kissed. Saroj rested against the door. She allowed me to nurse, one hand placed on my shoulder, the other on my head.
I handled her breasts and nipples, moistening them with saliva. Right after I grasped her nipples firmly, I nestled my face between her breasts. Kissed while lightly tracing the skin with my tongue. After I was done, I kissed her neck, moving up along her jaw toward her cheek.
She parted her lips at her cheek. Extended her tongue. I took it into my mouth. Saroj wrapped her arms tightly around my neck. I gripped her waist. We kissed deeply and passionately. I set my hands on her hips. We kissed intensely.
While we kissed, I shifted one hand from her waist to her chest; I gently pressed them, and let my hand glide downward. I inserted a finger into her belly button. Saroj was thrilled. She grabbed my hair, forcing my face close to hers, sliding her tongue deeply into my mouth as we continued kissing.
I inserted my finger further into her navel. Applied pressure on something within. Saroj groaned, our lips still entwined. My dick became erect more. We leaned into one another, tumbled together, and once we reached the bedroom, her legs struck the bed.
She toppled, pulling me down along with her. My finger slid out of her belly button. Our lips parted as we fell onto the bed. Our desire was too strong to pause. We clung to one another while simultaneously tumbling, pressing kisses to faces and skin.
After some time, we stopped to catch our breath. We rested, lying on our sides, holding each other close. Saroj raised her leg over my waist, causing my erect dick to press against her.
Between breaths, she murmured, “I sense you’re hard on tempting me.”
After that, Saroj grasped my dick.
“It’s extremely damp,” she remarked.
I replied, “It’s all because of you.”
She grinned at this. Said, “Allow me to try it from your firm rod for the first time.”
She lowered herself, pressing kisses, to my chest and stomach, then slid her leg from my waist. Lying flat, I anticipated her lips. She caressed my dick.
I noticed a liquid at the tip. I teased, “Watch out, it’s cocktail time today.”
She swept her hair away. Continuing to stroke, she knelt between my legs. With my legs spread, she glanced up, took the head into her mouth, and swallowed the liquid.
She drank as if she were sipping juice. I was stunned. She. Blurted out or whispered, “I really enjoy this cocktail.”
She then placed half of my dick inside her mouth. She continued to suck, allowing her teeth to graze the shaft – it provoked a sensation all over.
After a pause, she pulled her head back. The kiss endured, then we separated to breathe, sharing smiles. “You are fierce and full of passion,” I remarked.
She chuckled, “Why?”
“I honestly did not anticipate that you would be okay with the cum. I assumed you would be uncomfortable with me finishing in your mouth.”
Her face relaxed: “Truthfully, this is my experience. I’ve scarcely encountered its scent until now. Yet I adored it every bit of your essence.”
She pressed a kiss to my cheek. I nearly collapsed. Remaining on the floor, attempting to comprehend, she gently tapped my nose. “Shower?” she murmured. I gave a nod.
Should we head out?
Another gesture, silent.
“Alright,” she said as she got down.
I rose sluggishly, my limbs weighed down. She was already inside the bathroom, and the water was flowing. Glancing out, she grinned, calling me over.
Exhausted and aching, I extended my limbs. Trailed behind her. Saroj remained beneath the mist, a grin lighting up her face, the water’s warmth oscillating between hot and cold.
The water erased my weariness. She looked stunning, gleaming with skin. I moved forward. Shortened the space between us. We embraced, tightly kissing passionately on the face, shoulders and arms.
Drenched to the bone, holding her warmth against me was heaven.
The kisses resumed, growing more intense. I led her backwards until she encountered the tile, and we pressed our lips—eyes connected—with a fierce craving breaking only when our breathing protested. Gradually, as it had ignited, the passion started to fade. We gently separated.
My palms gripped the wall over her shoulders while hers rested on my chest, our breathing uneven and shallow. A quiet pause. Then Saroj raised an eyebrow. “What?”
“I am stunned that this is occurring. I continuously recall the moment I initially noticed you, how deeply I desired you. Now this. Could this be true?”
She lifted both her eyebrows when I talked, then responded, “Yes, baby, this is genuine. So would you like to try something?”
“What?”
She looked at the soap. “Would you like to touch my skin?
A peck-just a quick kiss-was my response. Saroj shut off the faucet. I grabbed the soap, rubbing my hands until they were covered in a white foam. I extended them toward her—a gesture.
She lifted her arms, and her legs spread a little. Remarkably, she was still able to astonish me despite everything. With her eyelids drooping, she murmured, “Proceed. Caress me with those sudsy fingers.”
I acted without delay. My sudsy hands touched her breasts, shaping to their form, sensing them glide through my fingers.
I lathered her breasts with soap, then glided down to her stomach, applying soap. “I won’t let the soap touch you,” I assured her. “Just my hands.”
She feigned blowing a kiss my way. I slid a sudsy finger into her navel. She bit her lip, permitting it. After that, I shifted to her flanks, gradually rising from her waist up, to her chest. Her soft armpits were next, then her lower abdomen.
Once I finished with the front, I enfolded her with my arms, gently rotating her. I applied soap to her buttocks, back, and thighs, including the area between her cheeks. Saroj allowed me to knead those spots, her lips tightly sealed, eyes shut.
I lathered her thighs, legs and feet, then slipped my hand between her legs. Her legs spread further. I soaped her lips, pausing briefly before attending to the inner ones. Softly, I stroked my fingers there, delicately applying soap to the tender skin. As I prepared to go, Saroj shook her head. “Don’t go inside.”
I continued to massage the area, then rose, enveloping her from neck to toes, in white suds, leaving only her face uncovered. She smiled. “My turn?” She lathered me from head to foot with care. The highlight was the massage—her fingers playing with my erection.
It emerged from my foreskin, palms caressing, even gently squeezing my testicles. We gazed at each other and then shared a kiss despite the soapy flavour. After a pause, Saroj murmured, “Shall we wrap up?” I nodded. She then switched on the taps.
We embraced while the alternating warm and cool water rinsed off the suds, immersed in a realm of kisses and nibbles until the flow ceased. Saroj exclaimed, “Oh my god! We’ve emptied the tank!”
We chuckled. Saroj took hold of my erect dick, pressing it against her belly. She caressed it gently.
Murmured, “Want to have more sex?”
I nodded toward the door, “Bhabhi?” Saroj shook her head, pushed me back into the bathroom near the toilet, and closed the seat. She pressed me down to have me sit. Standing between my legs, she positioned my dick.
Then bent her knees. She moved my dick against her lips and lowered herself further. She settled on my lap fully embracing me. Wrapped her legs around me from behind. We held each other.
She began to make love, moving her hips in circles, sitting firmly. We kissed sloppily as the heat of her tight pussy clung to my dick. The intense wetness made me erupt in a very short time, spraying cum deep inside her in multiple bursts.
As I finished, we looked at each other, burst out laughing, and breathed heavily. She stood up, released my softened dick, and walked out soaking moist. I accompanied her.
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