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Friend’s Wife Bent Over My Sofa And Took It Raw Till We Both Dripped

Friend’s Wife Bent Over My Sofa And Took It Raw Till We Both Dripped

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Last Saturday I went to my old collge friend Suresh place in Pune because he kept calling saying arrey yaar aa ja thoda time pass karte hain. I was free after lunch so I took the auto and reached his third floor flat around four. The second I stepped inside I got this indian living room sex story starting right there without any warning. Suresh was already packing his laptop bag muttering kuch urgent client call aa gaya main seedha office style cafe ja raha hoon do teen ghante lagenge. His wife Meera opened the door wearing simple cotton saree no blouse pad just that thin petticoat thing sticking a bit because of summer sweat. She gave me half smile and told sit na full water lakti hoon.

Suresh left in five minutes after telling me fridge mein beer hai and remote le lena. Door closed and house went quiet except the damn ceiling fan rattling. Meera came back with two glasses and sat opposite me on the single sofa. I tried talking normal weather kaise hai office stress and all but my eyes kept sliding down to the deep neck of her saree. She caught me looking once and did not pull the pallu up. Instead she leaned forward more like she wanted me to stare at those heavy breasts swinging free. I felt my cock twitch hard inside jeans.

After ten minutes of stupid chit chat she suddenly stood up and said AC kharab hai na main light fan aur adjust karti hoon. When she stretched up to the switch her saree pallu slipped completely off the shoulder. Full side of one breast came out round dark nipple already hard. She left it like that for long three four seconds then slowly covered again but the damage done. My mouth went dry. She sat back closer this time on the same three seater where I was. Her thigh brushed mine. I did not move away.

The Way She Touched First Broke Me

Meera put her hand openly on my thigh and squeezed. Your friend is fool she whispered almost. He never looks at me like you just did. I gulped and said bhabhi yeh theek nahi but my voice cracked. She laughed soft and moved her hand higher right over the bulging zipper. Dekho kitna tight ho gaya already. Before I could think she cupped my cock open palm and started rubbing slow through the cloth. I groaned and she shushed me house special walls thin rehte hain. Then she unzipped me herself pulled the jeans and underwear down just enough so my thick dick sprang out pointing up all veiny and leaking already.

She stared at it like hungry and said bada toh hai yaar Suresh se toh double almost. Her fingers wrapped around the shaft and started pumping lazy strokes. Pre-cum smeared all over her palm making wet sounds. I reached over yanked her pallu fully down and grabbed both breasts hard. They were heavy soft the nipples dark and long perfect for sucking. I bent and took one in mouth biting gentle then harder when she pushed chest forward. She kept wanking me faster now twisting wrist like she knew exactly how to make man lose control.

I slid hand under her saree between the petticoat folds and found she wore no panty at all. Pussy was already dripping sticky when two fingers went straight inside hot and loose enough like she was ready since morning. Meera moaned low and spread legs wider on the sofa. Finger fuck her deeper I said in her ear and she nodded fast. I pumped three fingers in out curling on that spongy front wall while thumb rubbed her swollen clit. She started rocking hips fucking my hand. Juice ran down my wrist onto the sofa cushion dark wet spot growing.

Sofa Cushions Got Completely Ruined That Evening

I pulled fingers out shoved them in her mouth and she sucked clean without shame looking straight in my eyes. Then Meera pushed me back fully on the sofa climbed over and lifted her saree all the way to waist. She sat down slow taking my cock head first into that hot cunt. It stretched around me inch by inch till she bottomed out ass cheeks resting on my thighs. We both froze breathing hard. Inside she was burning wet clenching every few seconds. She started bouncing proper desi style up down making wet slapping noises her breasts flying free out the saree now completely open.

I held her hips and thrust up hard meeting every drop so my full length vanished each time. She cried out haan aise hi tod de mujhe and started grinding in circles whenever I was deep. The sofa creaked loud under us. I prayed neighbours thinking TV volume but could not stop. I flipped her quick so she got on all fours knees on the cushions elbows on arm rest. Saree I shoved up over her back and slammed back inside from behind in one go. That angle hit different her walls gripping tight. I fucked her rough like animal holding her hair in one fist and hip with other. Each thrust made her ass shake and that wet gush sound filled the living room.

Meera reached back and spread her own ass cheeks so I could watch my thick cock disappearing into her shaved brown pussy lips stretched white. I spit down on where we joined and kept pounding harder. She started squirming saying abhi cum mat karna main pehle nikalna chahti hoon. I reached under rubbed her clit fast circles while still drilling deep. Within minute she locked up whole body shaking hard and her cunt spasmed milking me so strong I almost lost it. A thick splash of her juice ran down my balls onto the sofa fabric. She kept trembling through it whispering randi bana diya tune.

I did not give her rest. Pulled out flipped her again on her back legs high and pushed both ankles near her ears. In that folded position I slammed back home and fucked like mad man the whole cock slamming cervix every stroke. Her eyes rolled and mouth stayed open pure dirty moans. Tits bouncing wild I leaned and sucked both nipples hard leaving red marks. She clawed my back under the shirt saying aur tez chodo sala aur tez. Sweat poured off both of us dripping onto the mattress of cushions. I felt my balls tighten so I pulled almost out and jacked the remaining inches against her clit till white ropes of cum shot thick across her stomach breasts and even one streak on her chin. Some dripped down into her still open pussy.

Round Two Before He Could Return

We stayed like that three full minutes catching breath. Meera wiped some cum with finger and licked it smiling filthy. Then she said abhi time hai na woh late aayega. My cock was half hard already looking at her messed smear everywhere. She slid down to floor between my legs and cleaned the rest of cum with her tongue long slow licks base to tip then took half length in mouth and sucked messy. Gag sounds when she forced deeper spit running down my sack. I grabbed her hair and fucked her face light till fully hard again standing stiff shining with spit.

I made her bend over the centre table this time saree completely discarded only blouse hanging open. Standing behind I rubbed cock head up down her slit then pushed in slow resting deep. From there I gave long nasty strokes pulling almost free then burying full. Table rattled glasses almost fell. Her hanging breasts swung with every hit and I reached around pinching nipples hard. She pushed back meeting me dirty talk starting full flow haan mera choot faad de aaj raat tak chalna mushkil ho. I slapped her ass red twice thrice and a fresh gush of wetness ran down her inner thighs.

I pulled out and sat on the floor back against sofa then made her straddle reverse cowgirl facing the TV. She lowered that used dripping hole onto me again and rode hard looking sometimes back over shoulder. From my view her ass cheeks spread around my thick root slamming up. I spit on my thumb and pressed it against her tight brown asshole rubbing slow then pushed first knuckle inside. She gasped loud then pushed back harder taking both holes. I worked the thumb deeper while she bounced wild on cock. That double filled feeling made her cum second time shaking so bad she almost fell forward. Juice sprayed little over my thighs soaking the floor tiles also.

I was close again so I stood lifted her bodily and pressed her back to the wall near the main door still inside her. Legs wrapped around me I rutted upward short powerful digs. Her head banged light against wall each thrust. She bit my shoulder to stay quiet but moans leaked anyway. When I felt the edge I buried as deep as possible and flooded her cunt thick hot spurts filling her till excess squeezed out around the seal of my cock and dripped in long strings onto the living room floor. We stayed locked panting till my dick softened half way and slipped free with a wet pop. Cum poured out of her unprotected hole running free down both legs making puddle.

Meera slowly stood shaky and looked at the mess everywhere sofa dark wet table sticky floor shiny. She laughed like crazy and said Suresh wapas aaye toh bolna beer gir gaya tha. She cleaned roughly with her petticoat edge then wrapped saree back loose no blouse now because it was soaked in our juices. I pulled pants up still smelling of her cunt. We sat normal again barely speaking only the fan noise. When Suresh finally rang the bell almost two hours later Meera opened looking fresh enough and I calmly drank the leftover beer like nothing. But every time I shifted I felt dried cum on my thighs and her scent slapped me. He never knew that same living room sofa his wife kept offering me more times after that whenever he left for late calls. Still when I close eyes I see her bent there taking every inch raw ball deep like the first night.

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