Indian Bhabi Teasing Her Husband In Net Saree

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Finally!I got down on my knees on the floor between them. My hand shook as I reached out to Nikki’s right tit. I touched the smooth skin. Wow! Simply wow! I ran my hand over her nipple then gently pulled on it. Nikki watched my every move and so did Vikki.I turned and touched Vikki’s closest tit.“You look happy,” she commented.“Yeah,” I breathed out. Happy didn’t even come close to describing the elation I felt right now. “Can I kiss them?”Vikki nodded.Yes!It seemed right to start with the nipple. It stuck out after all. I gently sucked on it then a little harder. I kissed over her tit. It was soft yet firm and so smooth. I fell completely in love with their tits. Yes to tits! Oh, yeah! I leaned over and sucked on her other nipple and kissed all over the flesh. I was in absolute heaven!I turned back to Nikki. I was in double heaven! I kissed over Nikki’s equally wonderful pair. I could feel that the front of my underwear was a mess from my drooling cock.“I love you,” I whispered.“I. “Yours.” The world around her slipped away as all of her attention fell on him and her reaction to him. She became his in a way few women understood as the pleasure of subspace engulfed her. "All yours."He held the grip of her hair tightly, moving his other hand up to touch her abdomen. She jumped at the heat of his fingers and the tickle of his breath on her lips as he leaned in closer. “And why should I take care of my slut today?”“Because I was a good girl,” she said instantly.He raised a brow again.“Because I was a good girl. A hot guy used my pussy and I was a good slut, a good sex slave. He fucked me and used me and came even though I didn't,” she rambled, looking for the words he wanted.His fingers moved over her flat belly and down to the hem of her open shorts. Heat made her gasp as he lowered them slowly, meeting no hair. “And you want a reward, for being such a filthy little slut?” he asked.She held his gaze and gulped, concentrating to find an answer in her scattered.
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"yes Master" the soft gasp as she realised His intentions sent a delicious shiver down His spine."Go lock the door baby. I will wait" He ordered her softly. He could hear her scurrying around the office, the loud click of the lock on the door, then as she sat back before the phone, He could hear her quickened breathing.He began to issue orders, commands to open her blouse, but not to totally undress. To pull each delicious orb free from the lacy bra, so that they peeked seductively over the rim. He told her to squeeze each nipple, wetting her fingers before she slid them across the pink bud. Milking them to a hard jutting peak. Pinching slightly as she pulled them from her body. Only to tell her to repeat the process.He could hear her, soft moans of delight as she made her nipples tingle with need. He knew that it would be making her wet. The slight tinge of pain as each nipple was assaulted, then released. The connection to her depths that made her squirm on her chair."Lean over the.

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