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Client Wife In Jaipur Guest House Took My Lund Till Morning

Client Wife In Jaipur Guest House Took My Lund Till Morning

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I never imagined my sales trip would turn into this hinglish delhi sex story but it did and I still get hard thinking about it. My name is Arjun and I do field sales for a packing machine company. Last month boss sent me to Jaipur to meet one big textile client. Guy name was Ramesh uncle type, around fifty, and he stayed with his second wife Sunita who looked half his age. I reached their factory afternoon, papers signed fast, then Ramesh said beta you stay in our guest house near Malviya Nagar, dinner at home later. I said ok uncle.

Guest house was one small independent room behind their main bungalow with AC and attached bath. I kept bag, took shower, wore simple shirt pant. Around eight I walked to main house. Sunita opened door. Yaar that woman. Fair skin, heavy chest pushing against yellow sleeveless blouse, black palazzo grabbing her gadhe jaisi gaand, sindoor in hair so everyone know she married but eyes pure hunger. She smiled and said aao Arjun ji, Ramesh ji got sudden call from mill and went out of station till morning, you eat with me only. I nodded like fool.

How The Client Wife Started Touching

Table pe she served dal roti sabzi herself, kept sitting close, knee touching mine under table. She asked about my life, unmarried, salary, all that. Then suddenly her hand came on my thigh. I froze. She laughed soft and said tension mat lo, Ramesh ko ladkiyon se matlab nahi, mujhe time pass chahiye. I said aunty yeh theek nahi. She squeezed more up and found my lund already half hard. Aunty mat bola karo, naam Sunita hai, and this lund batata hai you also want. Then she stood, pulled me by shirt towards guest house without even clearing plates.

Inside room she locked door, pushed me on bed, climbed on top still in blouse palazzo. Her mouth crashed on mine tasting of pan. Hands opened my pant zip, pulled lund out. Arre wah itna mota, she muttered while stroking. I grabbed her blouse, tore two buttons, big soft boobs bounced free no bra. Dark nipples already hard. I sucked one like hungry baby while she kept pumping my lund. Pre-cum wet her fingers. She slid down, took full head in mouth, choosne lagi dirty way, spit running down shaft, gagging sound loud. I held her hair bun and fucking face slowly. She pulled off, strings of spit connecting lip to lund, and said aaj pure raat isko apni chut aur gaand dono me legi main.

She stood, opened palazzo, no panty, thick thighs and clean shaved chut already dripping. Turned around, bent over bed edge, hands spreading cheeks. Dekho kitni gili ho gayi sirf soch ke. I spat on my fingers, rubbed her slit, two fingers pushed in easy. She moaned and pushed back. I lined up, rubbed head on clit then rammed full length one go. Her chut sanki hue bad rocks around me. Tight wet heat. I started pounding hard, balls slapping, bed creaking. She kept saying jor se chodo, Ramesh kabhi aise nahi karta, sirf jaldi nikalta hai. I reached front squeezed both boobs, pinched nipples, kept slamming. Sweat mixed. After ten minutes she came shaking, chut squeezing so hard I almost finished but pulled out.

All Night Long Fucking Session

She turned, pushed me flat, sat on my face. Chaat meri chut saaf. I licked like mad dog, tongue deep, nose in her wetness, her juices all over chin. She ground hard till second orgasm. Then she climbed down, held my lund, sat on it reverse cowgirl, gaand towards me. I watched my thick rod disappear in her mangled lips. She bounced fast, cheeks clapping, one hand rubbing her clit. Main bola dheere nahi, tod usko. She looked back, eyes rolled and said tod de madarchod. I sat up, held her waist, started hammering upward. Slap slap continuous. Her scream muffled when she bit her own arm.

I pulled out again, pushed her face down ass up, spat thick on her tight gaand hole. Finger first, then two, then my lund tip. She tensed. Dheere daal. I pushed steady till half inside that hot ring. Full then. Her gaand gripped like fist. I fucked slow at first then deep long strokes. She pushed back meeting every thrust begging aur andar, bur me bhi daal re daal. I switched holes every few minutes, chut then gaand then chut again, both holes stretched and leaking. Room smelled pure sex, sheets ruined.

Later she sucked me clean of her own juices, deepthroat till nose on my stomach. I flipped her, legs on my shoulders, folded her almost double and piledrived that dirty chut. Mattress bouncing loud. She came third time squirting little on my stomach. I could not hold. I groaned and pumped thick ropes deep inside her womb. She locked legs around me keeping every drop. When I pulled out white cum leaked slow from swollen lips onto bed. She scooped some with finger and licked saying tasty.

We rested maybe fifteen minutes. She brought water bottle from fridge, drank, poured some on my soft lund and sucked it hard again till it stood angry purple once more. Is baar sirf gaand, she ordered and bent over study table. I lubed with more spit and cum mix, slammed into her ass full force. Table shook, pen stand fell. I grabbed her hair like reins and rode that married gaand for long time. Her voice gone hoarse just gasps and madarchod, betichod curses. I reached under, rubbed her clit rough till she squirted again on the floor while I filled her second hole with another heavy load.

Around three in morning we showered together. She soaped my lund slow, I fingered her open holes under water. Then against bathroom tiles I fucked her standing one leg up, water spraying us. Slow deep that time feeling every ridge inside wet chut. She whispered kal subah Ramesh aa jayega so aaj khatam karo mujhe. I carried her wet to bed and we went sixth or seventh round, her riding slow grinding clit on my base while kissing my neck like wild. Final load I pulled out and painted her tits and face. She rubbed it in like cream and laughed.

I slept maybe two hours. At six I packed quick. She came wearing only my shirt, kissed me dirty and said next time Jaipur aana to seedha yahi message karna. Gave me one old panty as souvenir still smelling of her. I left before Ramesh could return. Train pe I kept replaying every thrust, every choke sound, every time her chut clutched me. Even now when I stroke I remember that Jaipur guest house and how completely she opened both holes like free randi for one night. Sales target complete and extra bonus of ruined married pussy. That is the full dirty truth.

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