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reena kie chudai
Hi I am ajay sharma I am sending this story for my fans if some one like pls message me or mail me reena pussy tastes like heaven. My mouth has been pressed into her cunt for what seems like hours now. She’s wearing a sheer black bra. Her pink nipples are hard, and she’s been pulling at them to stimulate herself more. She wasn’t wearing any panties, and she hiked up her skirt so I could spread her legs, and comfortably wedges my head into the space between. It’s dark and I’m surrounded by her thighs and the fabric of her skirt. She wasn’t wearing any stockings. Her bare legs are wrapped around my shoulders. Her high heels dig into my back when she climaxes. It hurts a little—but I like it. Rebecca is about ten years older than me, and she told me that she hadn’t had sex in what seemed like ages. She’s married, and has a child, but her husband won’t touch her. Her hotel bed is huge, and I am thoroughly enjoying myself. I’m completely naked, and my dick is rock hard. I can’t wait until I slip her clothes off and stick it in her. We got on the elevator together earlier that evening. We were both checking into the hotel at the same time for a business conference. I noticed her right away. I noticed her bare legs, and her lethal looking high heeled shoes. I noticed the small amount of toe cleavage they revealed. She was wearing a tight black skirt; it stopped a little above the knees. Her breast were a good size—not too small, but not satirically enormous. Covering her chest was a very tight black sweater, with a plunging neckline—showing a very revealing amount of cleavage. Her hair was brown, and very short—she had blue eyes, and I wanted to fuck her instantly. Looking at her with her clothes on gave me a hard on, so I couldn’t imagine how she looked naked. We made small talk in the elevator, and we both got off on the 4th floor of the hotel. “Are you following me? She asked coyly. “No, I think my room is this way.” It turns out our rooms were right next to one another. I felt that my chances for a night of passion with Rebecca were even greater. When I opened the door to the room, I noticed one of those adjoining doors on the wall—on the other side was her room. Jackpot. I put my suitcase up on the bed and I started to take all of the shit out of it. I heard a knock on my adjoining door. It was Rebecca. Well, it looks like we’re neighbors, she said, as I opened the door. The conference started Sunday night, with a welcome dinner—we had checked in Saturday afternoon. I didn’t really know what to do with myself—probably use the hotel’s wireless internet and masturbate to porn—same thing I do when I’m at home. Around 6, I heard a knock on my adjoining door. Rebecca wanted to know if I’d like to have dinner with her in the hotel restaurant. Over dinner, we started to talk about ourselves. She asked me pretty early on in the conversation if I had a girlfriend. I told her that I didn’t. It seemed to please her. Every once in a while during the conversation, I felt her foot brush up against my leg, and stay there for longer than it should have if it had been accidental. I didn’t mind. It was turning me on a little. After she had ordered a few drinks, she started to open up a little about her loveless marriage. They had been married for about seven years, and she said her son was five. She was staying together for his sake. She told me that he had lost interest in her—and that they hadn’t made love in years. “How do you cope with that? I asked. “I masturbate all the time.” After dinner, we talked for a little while more in the bar, and then went back upstairs. Do you have any plans for the night? I asked her. “I do, she responded. She went into her room, and then I went into mine. I was just getting ready to start looking at some porn, when she knocked on the adjoining door. She had taken her shoes off—her toenails were painted black to match everything else she had been wearing. “My plans for the night involved you, she said to me. “And what plans did you make for us?” She grabbed my chest and pulled me through the doorway into her room, and right onto her bed. I want you, she told me. I want you to be inside me.” She pressed her mouth hard against mine, and shoved her tongue into my mouth. She wrapped her bare legs around me. She had me pinned. All of her passion her husband was missing out on was coming out now. We made out, and she started taking my clothes off, but she left hers on. My tie and shirt went first, followed by my pants. I was in my socks, boxers and an undershirt. She pulled away from me for a moment, and pulled my shirt up over my head. I chose to do the same to her. Her breasts looked perfect. I leaned over to take my socks off, and I felt her hands grabbing towards my waist. She tugged at my boxers, and pulled them down. I was rock hard from how hot she was and how forceful she had been with me so far. “It’s been so long since I’ve seen a hard cock, she told me. She put both of her hands on me and started to stroke. I reached out and I started to fondle her breast and pinch her nipples through her sexy sheer bra. There were so many things I wanted to do with her—I didn’t know where to start. I was still standing up when she started stroking me. She was kneeling on the bed. I decided to pull her mouth down onto my cock. Her mouth was warm and wet. She gagged a little on my cock at first. I don’t know if she had ever given head before. If she had, it had obviously been a long time. It felt good to park my dick in her mouth. I told her to get rough with it if she wanted. You can use your teeth. I felt her bite down on me slowly—dragging her teeth down my shaft. She continued to blow me for a while. I noticed she reached a hand up her skirt and was masturbating. I wondered what her pussy tasted like. I took my dick out of her mouth.

I told her to put her shoes back on, and that I wanted to make her cum with my mouth. She hiked up her skirt, spread her legs and I went to work. She was sopping wet and she tasted like honey. She was shaved, and through her skirt, I could hear her moans of pleasure. I wanted to make her cum as many times as I could. I could feel her pussy tightening, and I could feel her cum. She started shouting and panting louder. I didn’t let up. I kept slurping and sucking on her clit. I decided I could go down on her all night long. She came about 4 more times, and then she said she needed me to stop—she needed a break. I had worn her out, and we hadn’t even fucked yet. My dick was still throbbing. I wanted to cum so badly. She got up and she took her bra off. She kicked her shoes off and the sailed across the hotel room. Her feet were small. I instinctively grabbed one of her feet and started sucking her toes. She took the other foot and started to rub it on my dick. My mouth was covered in juices that dripped out of her pussy. “I want to know what my cunt tastes like, she said. She pulled her foot out of my mouth and ran her tongue up my chin and across my lips. We started to kiss again. I wanted to stick it in her so badly. She got back down on the bed, took her skirt off and spread her legs again. I want you to fuck me, she said. That’s all I needed to hear her say. Her pussy was dripping wet. I slid it in, and she started to moan again. Oh God, she said. That feels so good. I’ve missed the way a hard cock feels in my pussy.” I hadn’t even started to fuck her yet, and she was enjoying herself. She wrapped her legs tightly around me, and started dragging her finger nails down my back as I went to work, thrusting my cock into her. I didn’t want to blow my load too soon—I really wanted this to last. I had been waiting for hours to stick it in Rebecca. I started out slow, but she wanted it hard and fast. Faster, she kept saying. Fuck me harder. Harder. Faster.” I had to do what she wanted. I started to pump her harder. I was pressing myself into her as hard and fast as I could. She loved every second of it. She kept shouting—I was afraid that someone would knock on the door and asks us to quiet down. After about a half hour, I could feel the cum starting to rise. My dick had that familiar tingling sensation it gets right before I shoot my load. Rebecca, I said. You’re going to make me cum.” “Oh, yes. Shoot it inside me.” I was in the home stretch, and I started to fuck her even harder, and then I came…hard. It felt so good to shoot it into her pussy. She wrapped herself around me even tighter while I blew my load. She kept thrusting her hips onto me, still hanging onto my cock, making sure that I had shot all I could. She had worn me out. My dick was sore from having been erect for so long, and my mouth was a little sore from having licked her pussy for hours. She got up from the bed and went over to her suitcase, and pulled out very sexy red lingerie and slipped it on. I found my boxers from the floor, and put them back on. She curled up next to me in the bed, and thanked me. “For what?” “For fucking my brains out.” The next morning, I checked out my room to save my company a little money, and I moved into hers. We blew off as many of the events from the conference as we could to stay in and fuck. When the week was over, she gave me her contact information. She wanted to hear from me as much as she could—email, late night phone calls. She told me that if I ever was in her area, she’d get a hotel room for us, and that I’d always have a wet hole to stick my dick in. [email protected]