Yamini a frustrated middle-aged lawyer MILF

Yamini a frustrated middle-aged lawyer MILF
Hi, all Indian sex story readers. This is Madhan here. First, thanks a lot to all ISS readers for your many likes and valuable feedback on my stories . I am a story writer with many stories published. About Me: I am a Madhan of 28 years of age, 6″ tall, south Indian complexion, broad shoulder, and a normal body with skills of tasting a body erotically. I belong to one of the cleanest cities in India, Mysuru, but currently working in Bangalore (which has all varieties of chicks/aunties). Horny unsatisfied housewives, sexy young baby dolls, and want to have fun ladies (Bengaluru) can reach me on my Hangout and mail [email protected]. Total anonymity and secrecy are guaranteed. Telegram @msarsstr. Coming to the story, Yamini is the heroine of this story. Yamini was born and brought up in a village near Mysore. She started practising law passionately after her graduation. She achieved fame and name after winning a case for her village. She was in the headlines of all major news channels and papers. A public figure overnight. Yamini transformed this fame into a business by establishing a law firm in Bangalore. The firm gained huge success within a few years. To maintain her success, she had to face huge challenges day in and day out. At the age of 30, Yamini was a very prominent and triumphant lawyer. Suddenly, she longed for a partner to hang on to and missed the family bondings. She married Kiran, who was a very famous lawyer. Yamini happened to be Kiran’s second wife, aged 39. Yamini continued to climb up high levels of achievement in her career with money/luxury/happiness in her life. Yamini and her husband Kiran had love-filled life. The love, unfortunately, lasted for only a few years. Kiran gradually lost sexual interest after a few years of marriage. Yamini never missed the unfulfilled bodily pleasures because of her completely occupied work life (lots of challenging and unattended cases). Yamini and Kiran were unsuccessful in conceiving a kid. With his first wife’s permission, Kiran brought one of his kids, and they started parenting. At the age of 37, Yamini started realizing the life she had missed all along and dreaded thinking about the years passed. The next day, she started to actively participate in more physical activities like swimming, tennis, jogging, dancing, etc. After a few months of physical exercises, she began longing for bodily physical satisfaction. But Kiran was in no mood to fulfil her bodily needs. Yamini being self-reliable all along her life, decided to satisfy her bodily pleasures. One of her friends referred my story to her. She messaged me through telegram. She introduced herself and told her the need for NSA and anonymous sexual pleasure. I agreed instantly after seeing her picture. She told me to meet on the next day at 18:00 and shared her house location. The next day, I reached her house at 18:15. She lived in a posh locality. A massive independent house at what looked like a 40*60 site. I parked my bike and messaged her about my arrival. She told me to walk into the house. Oh heavens! The house was enormous, with a lush garden in the front and with hanging wooden swing. A separate teapoy with three chairs was on the other side of the lawn. A high-raised entrance with an underground immense parking facility. I walked into the designer-carved teak main door into the huge hall with white marble flooring. She was seated on the L-shaped sofa set. Let me describe Yamini, the lusty angel. At 37, she looked much younger with an oily, fair, inviting face. She was around 5.5 in height with body stats of around 40-36-38. Her assets resembled the famous south actress Namitha. Yamini’s thick juicy lips were shining with the glossy red lipstick. She wore a small stone stud on her nose. She looked like a healthy white Arabian horse. She wore a transparent red saree with her exposed fleshy wavy navel and pumped-up balloon-like cleavage popping out. I had a huge bulge inside my pants, seeing her huge cups hidden in the cage of her red blouse. Her cleavage was prominent because she intentionally left the top hook of her blouse open. She wore the saree exposing an almost complete red blouse which was hiding her huge tankard boobs. The firm boobs in the tight blouse were a sight for my eyes. She sported two white pearl necklaces dangling around her neck. A white loop earring in her ears. She wore high heel sandals and red glass bangles. Yamini, a milf hottie waiting to be loved. Yamini had her eyes transfixed with my eyes. I noticed her increased breathing rate with her chest moving up and down. Without wasting any more time, I hurried toward her. Yamini stood up from the sofa. Our faces were very close that I could feel the warm breath of Yamini. She was milky white fair, but she had intentionally applied slight oil over her face to create the mood. I appreciate her effort to make this moment wilder and unforgettable. We kept staring into the blank eyes of each other for a long time. I made the first move by grabbing her wavy fleshy navel and pulling her close. I pulled her over me and hugged her with a tight embrace feeling the huge soft boobs crushed against my chest. I could smell the intense fragrance of the perfume from her shoulder. I smelled the aroma of the soap, also. I noticed wet hair and understood she was out of the bath minutes ago. I hugged her for a long time, and my hands travelled feeling all around her soft navel. I was itching for her huge 40-sized milky soft boobs. She broke the hug, cupped my face with her hands, and reached for my lips. All this was happening with the main door wide open. I stopped her before her lips contacted my lips. I walked to close the main door. I steered back to Yamini, pushed her over the sofa, and climbed over her. I cupped her cute face. My lips hungrily caught her thick red lips. She grabbed my hair and started sucking my lower lip.

She moved to suck my upper lip with her eyes closed. I could feel her warm breath over my face. She sucked my lower and upper lip impatiently and interchangeably. I pushed my tongue into her mouth with our noses collided with each other. She sucked my tongue like a lolly pop. I sucked her juicy lips with a long breathless kiss. I pulled away the saree away from her shoulder. I dug my face into her armpits and rubbed my face feeling the huge soft cushiony boobs towards other armpits. Oh god! I relished her boobs madly. I moved my face towards her fleshy tummy. She started giggling loudly when I started rubbing my nose over her belly button. I squeezed my face over her spongy tummy. I locked my lips into her belly button and sucked them with my saliva drenching wet. She giggled loudly with a lot of sensation and pushed my head away. I pushed her hands away, locked my tongue into her belly button, and sucked again. Yamini abruptly thrust me away from her, and I fell over the floor carpet. She started playing catch me if you want game by running all around the house. She made me chase her by circling all around the sofa. While chasing, she teased me by removing away her saree. Yamini is running with her huge boobs bouncing in the tight blouse cage. She ran all around the hall. While chasing, I broke the porcelain model and kept on the teapoy to pieces. The speaker was playing a piece of light music with slow English songs. After the sweaty chase, I grabbed her finally with her our racing breath. I clamped both of her hands to the wall. Her chest was rising and falling continuously, huge red tank blouse (“Ufffffffffffff”). I pulled out my pointy tongue and drove below her neck, travelling down to the exposed cleavage (feeling the bare exposed skin of her boobs). She started moaning in rhythm to my movement of the tongue. I bent towards her belly button to tease with my pointy tongue. She giggled, pushed my grip away and ran again. She ran into the vast kitchen. I chased her and locked her again near the slab of the kitchen. She started pushing me. I pushed all the utensils which were kept over the kitchen slab next to the gas stove with the sweep of my hand. I grabbed Yamini by the navel and lifted her to be seated over the kitchen slab next to the gas stove. I pulled her closer and encircled my navel with her legs into a cuff. I inserted my hand inside her saree from between her legs. She was not wearing any petticoat, and my hands travelled along the heavy soft thighs to her drenched thongs. I moved my fingers over the thongs feeling her pussy. I caught the erect clitoral hood and started rubbing with my thumb. Yamini tilted her head backwards and started moaning. She spread her legs much wider as I continued massaging her clitoral hood. The dick inside my pants was fully tensed by the moment. After some rubbing over the thongs, I removed the thongs from her legs. I removed my pant and underwear. I pulled her to the edge of the kitchen slab. I pulled the saree to the navel and rubbed her pussy with my saliva. I wore the dotted condom. I rubbed my dick head over the pussy. I positioned my cock and pushed harder into her pussy. I grabbed her boobs with both hands and started squeezing them over the blouse. I pulled out my cock very slowly. I drove harder into her warm wet pussy again. I then moved my cock in and out of her in a very slow rhythm. After some warm-up, I banged her harder and harder with heavy thrusts. She was moaning louder with dirty mouthful shouts. She cummed, and while cumming, she left a mark with her sharp nail. She gave a relieved breath. I continued banging till I relieved my shot into her. Hope you remember me, Yamini. I loved eating your milky white boobs and Your mouth over my cock. Thank you, all ISS readers.