Thirsty Mysore-girl pleasured in Bangalore - Part 2
Gagana’s eyes met through the mirror while she dressed to get banged. Ran, chased, caught, and fucked her in a room. “Come fuck me. Fuck your mirchi. Fuck your Gagana. I am all yours. Want your dick ah.” Hi, I am Madhan here. First, thanks a lot to all ISS readers for your many likes and valuable feedback on my last story about the Bangalore wife, Yamuna. Genuine Couples looking for fun like Swap/Group/Orgy/Cuckold/Lesbian can approach me. I am a Bengalurean of 28 years of age, 6″ tall. Horny unsatisfied housewives and sexy young baby dolls can reach me on my hangout/mail [email protected] and Telegram @msarsstr. Total anonymity and secrecy are guaranteed. Continuing the story after fingering the hottie Gagana in the trial room of the lingerie shop in Bangalore. I billed and paid for a pair of lingerie of my choice and a dress of her choice. Gagana sat behind me, sticking her complete front onto my body with her small melons pressed hard against my back. She circled her thin hands around my waist and rested her head with her warm breath touching my back for the ride to the hotel. During the drive to the hotel, She spoke the following in a husky tone into my ears, which was seductive. Gagana: Hey, this was an adventurous and crazy experience for me, kano. I will never forget this in my whole lifetime. I completely forgot that we were in a store. (Naanu marthe bitte naavu angadi nal irodhu.) She pinched my tummy saying this. Gagana: Madhan, I am dying to get fucked from your hard cock, kano. (Bega nin tunne nan olage haako Madhan.) I have never shot so much cum before. My heart was beating too fast when you started this stunt in the store. Gagana: I want you to suck me madly and crazily, Madhan. (Nan body yella nekki cheepu Madhan) Did you like my boobs? Are they small for you? (Nan mola ista aitha? ninage adhu chikkadhu aitha?) I rode the bike silently to the hotel. We reached the comfy room on the fourth floor. She quickly freed herself of her bag, sandal, shawl, and handbag. She reached towards me, ran and hugged me tightly. She giggled and said, “Hey, Madhan, very nice room. We will share the bill.” I told her, “Did you like the room?” She said, “I loved the room, and I never expected such a classy room.” I told her to stop concerning about money. She said, “Ok, sorry. I don’t want to make you angry.” She unzipped her bag and displayed three costumes asking me to choose one. I chose the green silk saree. She said, “I don’t know how to wear a saree, Madhan. Will you help me?” I said, “No, I will help remove the saree.” (with a wink). She blushed and said, “I will try to wear it.” She ran into the restroom to change. I unzipped my bag. I pulled out the condom packet, Chocolate and placed them on the bedside table. I eagerly waited for Gagana with a remote in hand, switching channels on the TV. She walked out of the restroom shyly draped clumsily in a green silk saree. The saree was bought by her parents for her boy seeing ceremony. Two white beaded necklaces were dangling over the saree around her neck. She slowly sat in front of the mirror with damp, dark hair. I moved over the bed, so my reflection was visible to Gagana, and I could see her seductive face in the mirror. Our eyes met briefly through the mirror. She unzipped her bag and started wearing a gold earring on her small ears. I stared at Gagana with music running on the TV. She started by applying light pink eye shadow above and under her sharp round eyes. Her eyes became sexier after she applied mascara. She stuck a diamond-shaped bindi on her forehead. I winked at her. She smiled and then wore glass bangles on her small hand. She was preparing herself in front of a stranger to get banged. I placed my hand on the erect cock over the pant and started massaging through the length staring at Gagana’s eyes through the mirror. Gagana’s milky white tender skin, traditional saree, and accessories made her look like a goddess. When she applied red lipstick over her thick juicy lips, I bit my lower lips and moved my tongue, drenching my lips. I said hornily, “My dick (tunne) is waiting for your juicy lips, baby. Anyway, I will remove everything. Why are you getting ready?” She blushed with her cheeks turning red. She turned her face and said in a romantic tone, “Hey Madhan, I am fully yours today. Do what you want with me” (Hey Madhan, naanu ivattu fully ninge kano. en beku maadko). I called, “Oye Mirchi,” and threw the jasmine flowers I had bought for her. She wore the jasmine flower over her hair with a naughty smile. I walked towards her. She got up from the chair with a burst of laughter. I touched her red lipstick and draped her soft lips with my fingers. The lips were very soft. She squinted and closed her eyes, feeling my fingers. She then pushed me away and started running all around the room with laughter. I chased behind her to catch. The moment I catch, she used to push me and run again, inviting me by saying, “Come catch me and fuck me. I am all yours, come.” (Baaa hidi nanna and fuck maadu. Naanu fully ninnavalu baa Madhan baa) I intensionally ran slow in our cat-mouse chase. After some adrenaline rushes from the running, we breathed heavily. I finally caught her and pushed her over the bed with her lungs out of breath. I used to call her Mirchi during our chats. Gagana was lying on the bed with huge breaths. I said in a husky voice, “Mirchi, aah,” and parted the saree from her navel and dug my face in. Gagana took a huge breath a moan, “Ah,” with her finger grabbing my hair. She had a slightly hairy body. The sensation made her body hairs erect. I gave a gentle kiss on her shaky belly. I slowly moved the kiss from the belly button to each side of her slim sexy navel. Gagan was shivering. I held her navel by the sides, dug my nose into her belly, and rubbed. She started giggling with loud smiles.