He started licking her waist. Menaka turned off the stove.
Reluctantly she massaged his hair. Varun biting her hard. As he was to bite a pizza and pull it together he bit her painfully on her waist and pulled her skin with his teeth.
Slowly he inserted his hand inside her saree, brushed her thighs. Menaka wiped the wetness on her waist.
Varun tensed and bit hard to not wipe. He spat on her navel hole and licked her waist. He sooner touched her pussy lips. Menaka trembled, “Varun enough.”
“Some more time”,
“No”,
He touched her panty line, tried pulling it down.
“No”, Menaka begged.
Varun pressed her ass cheeks and asked, “Do you love me?”
“No. Not at all”,
“Don’t lie”,
“No. NO. I don’t have such feelings on you”,
Varun inserted his forefinger into her vagina. She moaned high.
“Now. Tell me the truth.”
Varun was fingerfucking Menaka.
“I promise. I don’t love you”, she shouted.
Varun smelled her waist, spit her navel hole. He brought her right leg top on his shoulder, had access to her thighs and pussy.
Varun laughed greedily, “If you don’t love me why are you massaging my hair?”
Menaka slowly stopped massaging his hair. Varun bit her navel hard. She cried, “I will do whatever you say. Don’t bite my waist.”
“What will you do?”
“Whatever you are saying!”
Varun made a love bite on her belly button. It was reddened by the vigorous bite.
“Promise?”, Varun giggled.
“Promise, asshole”, Menaka cried.
“Let I think”, Varun said and stood up. He took some warm coffee and brushed it on her cheeks. He licked her milky cheeks.
“Don’t you feed me with your breast?”
Menaka was silent. Varun poured some water on the milk to cool it down, took it from her vessel, slowly pouring it on the neck of Menaka. She was drenched with milk. The milk was slowly running to her neckline, reaching her saree. Varun noticed the mangalsutra around Menaka’s neck. He poured the content in one go and the milk made her boobs wet, some ran down to her feet and navel.
“What do you need from me? You promised me this will be our last meeting and you want me to do whatever you say. What do you need?” Menaka was irritated by Varun.
With an evil smile, Varun pulled her lower lips out and licked the milk on it. Suddenly, he inserted his tongue inside her mouth and sucked her saliva. It was too much for Menaka. With Varun’s saliva on her navel, precum juices on her thighs, drenched milk on her neck and breasts.
Varun promised, “I will tell my demand within a few minutes.”
Menaka’s mobile did ring. It was her husband.
Menaka attended the call. Varun had a naughty idea, pulled Menaka with him to the sofa. Menaka was talking with her husband, trying to get away from Varun’s hold. Varun sat on the single sofa, pulled Menaka to sit on his lap. She didn’t have other options. She was blessed because her husband hadn’t made a video call.
Varun inserted his hands on her saree, pressing her waist. Continuously kissing her shoulder, earlobes, he started licking her neck. He pulled her back pressing her body tight and licked her front neck. Varun heard her husband say in the call, “Wait for me. Till three days. I will come back.”
When Menaka cut the call of her husband Varun bit her neck. Menaka raised her legs like a bitch. Every woman has a bitch in her.
Varun demanded, “Be my wife.”
Menaka opened her eyes in shock.
“I know your husband will not be at home for the next three days.”
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