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“I’d love you to stay with me tonight, sleep with me, wake up with me. After that, no strings. OK?” She said guarding her words carefully.“Suppose I want strings?”“Suppose I do?” She retorted quickly as she got into stroking me a little closer.I laughed at her answer and she looked at me real serious and said “Day to day? How’s that? Keep in mind we may never see each other once we leave here.”“Unless we wanted to.” I shot back, really not knowing HOW I felt about her, except I wanted her to make me cum.“We?’ She said.“Yes, we. Nobody’s chasing someone who doesn’t want to be caught.”She laughed through her nose and looked at my cock, then dropped her mouth over me, shocking me to react as if someone put ice down my back, because it felt so good I thought I might cum in her mouth right there. She lifted her head drooled a bit over it and went down over half way and began to rock over it. It was only the beginning, but it was the start of the best head I ever had, whether that judgment. It felt as if I am kneading dough. She jumped with me in this act.My wife: What are you doing? Let me finish this. Gudiya is also in the room. So have some decency.Me: Darling, how can I control myself when you look so delicious?My wife: UFF, get off me. Let me clean the vesselsI didn’t heed her request. On the contrary, I moved even closer to her. I was aroused, and my dick was also erect. Now, I reached so close to her that my erect wood was in between her butt crack over her saree and petticoat. I started rubbing her butt crack slowly and tried to take it deeper.My wife: (letting out a soft moan) Ummm, stop it. Kids may see us.Me: If they do, they will know how much their father loves their mother.Saying this, I kept my palm on her sweaty, exposed waist and pinched her a bit. Both of us were getting in the mood. Suddenly,Gudiya: (coming out of the bedroom) Papa, what is the answer to this question?Listening to our daughter, the vessel my wife was holding slipped out of her hand..
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