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Divorced Floor Mate Dragged Me In And Wrecked My Cock All Night

Divorced Floor Mate Dragged Me In And Wrecked My Cock All Night

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This is my indian divorced woman sex story and I still get hard thinking about it. I stay in a mid rise flat in Bangalore near the old tech park side. Floor below me was empty for months after some IT couple moved out. Then Kavita came with two big suitcases and a tired face. I saw her in the lift once. Dupatta half falling off, eyes red like she cried all day. Later the watchman told me her husband dumped her after seven years. No kids. Just papers and silence.

I am Rohan. Thirty four. Work shifts in a call centre. Not some gym guy. Ordinary build. I never talked much to her first weeks. Just nodded. Then one Saturday night around eleven I was smoking on the stairs because my balcony fan packed up. She opened her door in a loose nighty. Thin cotton. Nipples clear as day under the light. She stared at me a full five seconds then said you got a light or what. I handed my lighter. She lit a cig and blew smoke out. Husband is gone for good she told me like she was talkin about the weather. He took the car and the tv and left me this empty flat. I need noise. Come in if you are not scared.

I walked in. Place smelled of jasmine oil and leftover fish curry. She locked the door behind me. No small talk. She pulled the nighty over her head right there in the hall. Big soft breasts with dark heavy nipples. Stomach a bit round. Thick thighs. Black bush cut messy. She grabbed my shirt and yanked it. Take this off and show me if you still work she said and her hand was already on my belt. I was hard in three seconds. She laughed low. Good. I need that thick thing blinded for hours.

Hall To Sofa Without Mercy

She pushed me toward the sofa. My pants hit the floor. Her mouth went straight on my cock. No licking around. Full wet suck. She took half of me and gagged once then pushed deeper. Spit ran down my balls. She looked up with teary eyes and kept bobbing. One hand squeezed my shaft while the tongue worked the head. I grabbed her hair and held her. She moaned around me and the vibration hit hard. When I almost shot she pulled off and slapped my cock against her cheek. Not yet she said. I want it inside first.

She climbed on the sofa on all fours. Ass up. Pussy already shiny. I rubbed the head on her slit and she cursed. Put it in now. I slammed deep. She was tight but soaked. Her walls gripped like they were angry. I started fucking hard right away. No slow stuff. Hip to ass slap noise filled the room. She pushed back meeting every thrust. Her breasts swung under her and she reached one hand between her legs to rub her clit. Harder you bastard she growled. I am divorced not delicate. So I grabbed her hips and drove in till my balls smacked her. Juices ran down her thighs onto the cushion. She came first with a shake that made her collapse forward but I pulled her back and kept pounding. Her second orgasm hit while I was still going and she near screamed into the pillow.

I pulled out because I was close. She spun around fast. Sit she ordered. I sat. She straddled me reverse. Lowered onto my cock slow then bottomed out. She bounced like crazy using the sofa springs. Her ass slapped my stomach. I reached around and pinched both nipples hard. She arched and yelped but rode faster. You like divorced pussy huh she said half laughing half moaning. Take it. Fill me. I felt the build again and tried to lift her off. She locked her thighs and forced herself down. Cum inside. I want the heat. I exploded deep and she milked every pulse with those walls. Slick mess leaked out when she finally lifted up.

Bedroom Floor Gets Filthy

She dragged me to the bedroom after a water glass. Lights off. Only the streetlamp through curtains. She pushed me down on the thin mattress and sat on my face. Open that mouth. I licked her messy slit. Tasted my own cum mixed with her. She ground hard on my tongue and gritted. Suck that clit. Harder. I did till her thighs shook and she flooded more onto my chin. Then she slid down and stuffed my half hard cock back into her mouth. Got me stiff again in minutes. Deep throated till spit frothed at her lips. Tears mixed with it. When I was rock solid she climbed off and spread herself face down legs open wide. Fuck me like you hate me she whispered into the sheet.

I mounted her. One long thrust to the root. Then I pounded without rest. Bed frame banged the wall. She kept saying words that normally ladies dont say. Call me a used divorced whore. Tell me my cunt is only good for this. I did. I called her every dirty name while my cock reamed her. Sweat glued our skin. Her hole made wet slurp sounds each pull out. I slapped her ass red. She came again clenching so hard I felt the blood leave my head. I held still deep and she kept twitching around me.

After that we rolled. She wanted to ride facing me. Legs outside mine. She controlled the depth. Slow rolls at first then hard drops. Her heavy breasts bounced right in my face. I sucked one nipple then the bite left a mark. She got wilder. Dug nails in my chest. Her clit rubbed my pubic bone every drop. Another orgasm ripped through her and she almost toppled but I held her hips and fucked up into her till I felt the second load rise. She felt it too. Give it. Paint my insides white again. I thrust up and shot. Long pulses. She stayed impaled and rocked till nothing left.

Kitchen Counter And Final Round

We moved to the kitchen after she smoked another cig naked. She bent over the counter by the sink. Spread her cheeks with both hands. Look how swollen you made me. Still want more. My cock was sensitive but it stood. I shoved in from behind. Angle was deep. Her belly hit the counter edge each thrust. She reached back and clawed my thigh. Dont stop even if I cry. I grabbed her hair and yanked her head up. Watched her open mouth in the dark window reflection. Fucked her till her legs almost gave. Then I pulled out and spun her. Lifted one leg over my arm and clipped back in standing. She wrapped the other leg. Full weight on me. I bounced her on my cock. Breasts slapped my chest. She bit my shoulder to keep quiet for the neighbours.

She wanted my last load on her face. Got on her knees by the fridge. Pumped me with both hands. Talk dirty she begged. Tell me how you use a lonely divorced bitch. I spilled it. Words tumbled. She opened wide and I painted her tongue lips and cheek. Thick white ropes. She swallowed what landed in her mouth then wiped the rest onto her breasts and rubbed it in. Fucking animal she muttered but smiling tired. We stood there breathing hard. Clock on the wall showed past three.

She cleaned up with a kitchen towel then pulled me back to bed. No more rounds. Just her leg over mine sticky. She said next week same time if you dont run away. I stayed till morning light. Left when she was half asleep. My cock was raw red. Her pussy must have been worse. I still walk past her door every day. Sometimes she leaves it cracked. Sometimes she texts just the word now. I go. Each time she is hungrier. Divorce freed something nasty in her and I am the one who gets broken by it. That night on the sofa first time was only the start. She owns my hammering now and I never complain.

Last week she made me take her against the lift wall after midnight when cameras dead. Skirt up no panties. One pump and she was dripping again. I covered her mouth and fucked till the doors nearly opened on some drunk uncle. We ran back laughing quiet and finished on her floor again. She keeps a towel ready by the door now. Says it is practical. I know better. She wants permanent mess remembers. And so do I. Every thrust writes another line in whatever this became. Dirty. Loud. No soft ending. Just skins slapping till legs stop working.

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