Sensual Experience With A Dusky Girl I Met In Flight 8211 Pt 3
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Sensual Experience With A Dusky Girl I Met In Flight – Pt 5 free porn video
Hello guys, how are you all doing? I am sorry it has been quite some wait for us to move on with the remainder of the story, and without wasting time in trash talk, I will get on with the fifth part of my story.
As I said, a stranger does not know your home as well as you do. You can roam around in the dark freely (unless you are scared of ghosts and all). Yes, we all have that thought always in our minds when we land up in new places without light.
Well, I was not thinking of any ghosts or anything spooky. During our initial exchange in the hall, we did not realize that it had begun raining heavily. Her new building had a power cut. Which means there’d be no soul landing up at her flat on the 12th floor with the lift out of action.
She led me holding my hand and I followed her quietly. It was a beautiful home, and the fading light of the sun still had a few things left visible. I was led into a room which was cold, dark and very quiet. The sound of the rain falling in the world outside had spread a new degree of chill in the room.
I felt the hall was warmer. But we could not have carried on the bean bags, we could not have carried against a wall. The room had a long almirah, a chair, and a queen-size bed. It was the main bedroom. I asked, “Is this your room?”
“Yes, this is mine. The other girl does not want bigger spaces for some reason. For me, I have about more than a dozen bras which need to be kept well and at proper spaces,” she replied.
“Bras? Yeah, I can imagine since I have tried feeling your boobs but failed so far due to the padding,” I responded.
“Wait, boy! Why are you in such a hurry? My roommate isn’t coming back tonight. I believe you would also not want to go to the dungeon-like place of yours any time soon I imagine,” she replied in Hindi for the first time.
We both had used some Hindi words here and there in our conversations. But this was the first full sentence that she had spoken in Hindi. (I have kept everything in English in my writing, so do not worry guys.)
“As long as my stomach is full and buried somewhere between your armpits or your boobs or maybe somewhere down there, I have nowhere to go,” I replied.
She laughed and jumped on the bed. She laid straight and opened her arms to invite me. I was ready to take the plunge. With my bag and my pant laying recklessly in a stranger’s hall I was ready to bed a girl!
I joined her, and for the first time, we kissed. Long and hard. Neither she nor I took our tongues out initially. We were happy with our lips rubbing each other’s for a while before we both ended up bringing out our tongues in play.
Her’s was the smoothest, tastiest and warmest I have ever felt. Pretty wet we both were kissing long and hard. The awkward smell that saliva leaves on skin after drying up was getting mixed with our breaths and further kissing. I brought my hands to her boobs and began feeling the right one.
It was perfectly shaped, fitting very well into my right hand. With every gentle press over her padded bra, she was letting out a short moan and a burst of warm air. I noticed perhaps boobs were her weakest points. She had not yet let me feel skin-to-skin. Nor she had shown any interest in taking off her clothes.
I knew it was time for me to make the next move. With my right hand, I pulled her right arm above her head. And began smelling and sniffing and for the first time, kissing her armpit again. The slightest growth of hair on her armpit, mixed with her fresh sweat, and her fading deodorant had another intense effect on me.
For a moment I even forgot why I had ventured out playing with her armpit when I intended to open her bra! I realized my diversion, took my hand under her netted black top. I felt her smooth back and her spine with all of my right palm. My left hand was supporting my head.
Her face was buried somewhere between my face and left shoulder. I was slowly moving up her back. One of the biggest challenges we all have encountered during heated moments is opening up those god damn bras. We guys neither have any training nor much experience anyway.
Sometimes they just open up by themselves. Sometimes, you have to stop in the act, laugh at the misery, open up things and get on with the fun. I was lucky in this case. As if her black bra was hanging on her body by the last hook, a gentle push was all that required for it to open up.
I had finally had success, and it would have been a bad act to attack her boobs within her clothes. I wanted not a shred on the upper part of her body. I got up, sat across her waist without putting my body weight on her. It would have been too much for the poor girl anyway.
Ensuring that I had gripped her top well enough, I began pulling it up. In the last bit of light left in the room, I saw her eyes widening with surprise. She could not help but support me in the act of taking both her top and the bra off her body in one go.
She was blushing. And I was dreaming. What I saw in front of my eyes was just unbelievable. Why did she need a padded bra when her boobs were perky enough not to hang downwards? Her areola was small, her nipples were tight and almost a healthy pea-size shape.
She had not a single hair anywhere. Just a thin silver chain hanging on her neck and a few strands of messy hairs here and there. I was stunned at her beauty even if I was seeing in her in about 20% of the normal light. Yep, I had had enough of the powerplay. Now it was time for slog overs.
No no, I did not begin ramming my dick in her pussy right away. I had just got the sight of best breasts live in front of my eyes. More than a quarter of a century spent on the earth. And here I was, finally, inches away from something most beautiful I had ever seen in my life!
I pushed her down the bed and buried my face right between her chest and the two boobs. I held them both in my palms and measured them before giving a slightly hard squeeze. “Aah, dheere,” she moaned suddenly, but who was listening?
I brought my thumb and the first finger to press them, twist her nipples up and down. As if they had gone even more erect and hard. I felt they were too hard sitting atop softest of boobs. I had played with a few in the past, but never something with such perfection. I moved down.
Brought out my tongue and made them wet, not the entire boobs, just her nipples. She was breathing hard and so was I. I opened my mouth again to make her entire areola wet completely with thick saliva. For it to remain for some time making her nipples erect at the maximum level. (if there was anything as such left)
She was uncontrollable. But from somewhere she gathered strength to push my head away from her boobs, got up a bit. She kissed me hard letting long, deep breaths while bringing her tongue out. I brought out my dick out of my underwear. I thought I’d explore her pussy later with my mouth.
Let me first have a round of fucking before I let out my first load. She broke the kiss, got her entire hand wrapped around my dick. She rolled it up and down again. I thought let me cum once. I’d anyway remain hard long enough to begin the second round. But suddenly she left my dick and said, “Make me happy!”
I understood what she meant. Her boobs were her weak points. Her armpits’ beauty was her dominating factor and I wanted more of them. I understood what she meant. I laid parallel to her, spreading her left hand 90 degrees and kept my head on it.
I buried my face again in her armpit, followed by her neck, the area below it, and then again to suck her left nipple. With my right hand, I was exploring her body, and slowly, giving strong hard rubs all around. I began moving down. Her shorts had the thick elastic but smooth texture of cloth.
After spending some time near her waist, I was on her right boob rubbing it, squeezing it and feeling it completely. I took my hand directly on her shorts and began pulling it down. In the act, I did not notice that she had removed her panties long ago. Since I first felt her pussy over the cloth.
Realizing she had nothing underneath, I began rolling down her shorts which were the only piece of cloth left on her. She lifted her waist to help me take off her shorts, and with my leg, I ensured it was completely off her. She was stark naked, finally! I still was in my t-shirt and my underwear’s elastic supporting the awkward movements and position.
I brought my hand to my body and downed the undie for good. Wasting no time further, I took my hand to her pussy to find a lot of surprises there. It was well shaved, clean, with almost as much long hair as she had on her armpit. “Who’d be shaving her? Does she keep such hygiene all by herself? Who’d be cleaning this pussy so well?” I wondered. I thought I’d ask later.
After analyzing how wet she was, I saw her liquid was running all the way down. I spread her pussy lips with my fingers to find it pretty tight. And it was bloody warm. She was emanating sweat, essence, warm breaths and perspiration all over her body.
I did not waste time rubbing her pussy. From a few gentle flicks to slightly entering a finger. She was moaning. Her boobs had begun rising up and down. Like me, she also had had an intense buildup and was waiting for release. I needed one myself.
I entered my second finger in her pussy and began taking it in and out. Her eyes were closed, her head was leaning backward. I began licking her sweaty armpit and her left boob one by one. I was, in fact, licking her all over, wherever I could get. I was thirsty at the same time.
But I had to ensure I keep her wet and going at any cost. Her excitement, her warm breathing, her chest moving up and down was getting too much for me too. I realized how big, well built her entire body was. Naturally, I began moving my waist.
My dick over her bedsheet while fingering her and licking her. Suddenly a thought flashed in my mind. “Handjob,” I said in her ear and moving slightly away from her upper part. But keeping both my fingers inside her pussy supported well by my thumb.
She brought her left hand down and wrapped it around my dick. “Keep it tight and closed or else I will make your bedsheet dirty with my cum,” I said. She was quick to wrap around her hand over my dick’s head. She let out, “Don’t worry.” While being intensely fingered and sucked on her left boob.
She began stroking me, I was anyway moving in and out of her pussy. It was getting just too intense. I realized it was enough. I will shoot out. I moaned to signal her I was finally melting. She brought her fingers right at my dick’s head to began squeezing it gently. I was cumming.
She realized the moment her hand began getting further wet. I let out all my load. In the process, I did not realize I had intensified my fingering on her. She had begun moaning a few seconds right after I did. Even as I slowly came to a standstill, she was shaking.
I realized she was cumming right after me! She screamed, and a gush of liquid flowed out of her pussy making everything wet in the way. She was panting, sweating. So was I. Slowly, we came to a halt. Everything became still around us.
Just two heavily sweating and panting bodies lying around each other waiting to gather itself. I did not care about the pool she had created down there. She did not create the amount of cum I ejaculated in her hand. We just hugged. Her armpits that had gone wet left some sweat on my shoulders.
For the first time, I realized there was a bit of stink coming out of both of us. I made a face, she did too, but not before smelling her left hand. She lifted her top, applied all my cum on it cleaning her hand eventually. I took it to wipe my hand off her liquid. We both laughed, a gush of her breath hit me.
We hugged, and I uttered, “I like you.’ She smiled and buried my face into my wet t-shirt. Suddenly, I heard a beep, the AC was running. The fan began moving and the bedroom was full of light with electricity being restored. I began getting up.
But she pulled me back and kissed me on my cheeks and lips wrapping her hands around me. “Can I sleep for a bit?” she asked. We both were tired. I was at a stranger’s place, still a bit of eeriness around me. But I was tired too. I wanted a smoke, but a nap felt better option.
After all, there was more to come.
So guys, how are you? Have you shot off your loads? Girls, does this read anywhere closer to your experiences? Let me know, my id is I have been waiting to hear from you, come on, lemme hear some from you.
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