The Honeymoon 13
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I was enjoying it thoroughly because I could feel his erection now poking against my butt cheeks. I intentionally moved my butt a lot against his hardness, I even bent over a few times on some pretext or the other so I could naturally guide his hard cock properly between my legs.
Soon he was fully in-between and felt really big, easily as big as Horny Amar or maybe even bigger. I was super thrilled about my marvelous discovery and latest acquisition.
I was already not wearing my inners on purpose and all this rubbing and grinding between our bodies caused my skirt to roll up from behind. So now the only piece of cloth between my naked hungry cunt and his throbbing cock was his pajamas.
Then it was all about tossing and cooking the biryani in the bowl on medium flame where his assistance was no longer needed. But he still continued standing in the same way moving his hips very slowly dry humping me and I was enjoying it.
His hard and big cock was firmly between my Y massaging my cunt lips and felt really good. On the pretext of cooking I too continued moving my butt slowly to encourage him more.
Vinod stayed quiet but his breathing was much heavier now while his hands were firmly resting around my waist. I am very sure he was also enjoying it equally too.
Nearly half hour later the biryani was about to be ready and I was nearing the peak of my arousal. My orgasm was just around the corner and I wanted to ride it thru with him.
So I reduced the flame to a minimum to prolong the preparation and buy more time for my continuing pussy massage and orgasm. When my huge orgasm crashed thru me, I instinctively grabbed his hands pressing them hard against my tits.
I leaned back fully on him resting my head on his shoulders. I stayed that way till my orgasm washed thru me while Vinod continued dry humping me and massaging my tits till I came back to my senses.
Till now no words were spoken between us. I turned my face sideways to him while holding his head with my hand. Our eyes were filled with lust, I kissed his cheek lovingly and said “thank you darling” and stood back straight again.
Still without disengaging I turned up the flame to complete cooking the biryani. Vinod loosened his grip on my tits which meant he was about to leave.
So I placed my palms back on his pressing them gently giving him the signal to continue. This continued including the slow dry humping till the Biryani was fully ready.
Now I had to disengage from him to serve it into a bowl which he got me. There was a big wet patch on his pajamas which I knew was because of my juices after my last orgasm.
He didn’t care about it or bother to hide it. Then I prepared the curd rice for him and served everything at the table. I looked below and his erection still somewhat prevailed.
Even after half hour of massaging his cock with my butt, he did not cum. This was by far the best gift that I could have ever asked from God. I settled at the table while Vinod waited on me.
I was enjoying it thoroughly because I could feel his erection now poking against my butt cheeks. I intentionally moved my butt a lot against his hardness, I even bent over a few times on some pretext or the other so I could naturally guide his hard cock properly between my legs.
Soon he was fully in-between and felt really big, easily as big as Horny Amar or maybe even bigger. I was super thrilled about my marvelous discovery and latest acquisition.
I was already not wearing my inners on purpose and all this rubbing and grinding between our bodies caused my skirt to roll up from behind. So now the only piece of cloth between my naked hungry cunt and his throbbing cock was his pajamas.
Then it was all about tossing and cooking the biryani in the bowl on medium flame where his assistance was no longer needed. But he still continued standing in the same way moving his hips very slowly dry humping me and I was enjoying it.
His hard and big cock was firmly between my Y massaging my cunt lips and felt really good. On the pretext of cooking I too continued moving my butt slowly to encourage him more.
Vinod stayed quiet but his breathing was much heavier now while his hands were firmly resting around my waist. I am very sure he was also enjoying it equally too.
Nearly half hour later the biryani was about to be ready and I was nearing the peak of my arousal. My orgasm was just around the corner and I wanted to ride it thru with him.
So I reduced the flame to a minimum to prolong the preparation and buy more time for my continuing pussy massage and orgasm. When my huge orgasm crashed thru me, I instinctively grabbed his hands pressing them hard against my tits.
I leaned back fully on him resting my head on his shoulders. I stayed that way till my orgasm washed thru me while Vinod continued dry humping me and massaging my tits till I came back to my senses.
Till now no words were spoken between us. I turned my face sideways to him while holding his head with my hand. Our eyes were filled with lust, I kissed his cheek lovingly and said “thank you darling” and stood back straight again.
Still without disengaging I turned up the flame to complete cooking the biryani. Vinod loosened his grip on my tits which meant he was about to leave.
So I placed my palms back on his pressing them gently giving him the signal to continue. This continued including the slow dry humping till the Biryani was fully ready.
Now I had to disengage from him to serve it into a bowl which he got me. There was a big wet patch on his pajamas which I knew was because of my juices after my last orgasm.
He didn’t care about it or bother to hide it. Then I prepared the curd rice for him and served everything at the table. I looked below and his erection still somewhat prevailed.
Even after half hour of massaging his cock with my butt, he did not cum. This was by far the best gift that I could have ever asked from God. I settled at the table while Vinod waited on me.