Manya rose gently, naked except for her sleeveless blouse. Salman had ripped off her petticoat in the heat of his lust. When their combined passions receded, they heard the basement bell ring. Salman motioned for Manya to be quiet and rose, dragging up his trousers and went to pick up the snacks which would have arrived. Manya, still gasping and lying on the floor, thought she heard the voice of Salman’s father, who ran the restaurant. She heard some decision being taken and also heard Salman mutter loudly “Not now” “Maybe a blowjob if there’s time”… and saw Salman hurry in again unzipping his pants. Sounds of something being unpacked came from the other side of the wall. Salman rushed to her and without delay, said “We have fifteen more minutes and my Dad is finishing the snack arrangements. We’ll not be late.”
He entered her spreadeagled pussy again missionary style, forcing her legs up in the air. Manya was like a rag doll in this stud’s hands but she loved his fucking. It was heavenly and hard. “What were you telling your father”? asked Manya inbetween Salman’s humping motions.
“Nothing great. He asked whether there was time for him to fuck you. I told him there was no time. But maybe you can think of a blowjob can’t you? he replied rather casually. Manya nodded almost immediately and quickly bit her tongue.
“My goodness Manya, what are you truning into”, she thought to herself, but quickly brought herself to enjoy the second fuck Salman was throwing into her hungry, aroused cunt. He fucked and fucked into her, mashing her body all over and sending her into a supercharged state of lust. Manya gave herself up to his manly assault and continued to milk his dick with her cunt until they both came together in a shattering orgasm. Her second orgasm in less than thirty minutes with a first time lover seemed so familiar, pleasurable and dear.Somehow she didn’t think like she was fucking a stranger. Getting fucked was no longer strange to the adulterous woman and mother.
With just five minutes left, Salman loaded the snack cart into the elevator and signalled to her to wrap up and move. Sh draped her saree again over her well fucked body and moved towards the lift. On the way she almost instantaneously reached out towards Salman’s Dad crotch, gave it a fond squeeze and said “Your son has got some force Dad. Is this where it all came from?”.
The old man could take it no more. Less than two minutes were left for the couple to reappear on the terrace. He grabbed Manya’s face and gave one long, wet kiss right on her mouth. Manya whimpered and went limp, her hand continuously caressing his organ through the pants. It was Salman’s shout that forced the new couple apart. Manya staggered into the elevator, feeling hot and nasty. The elevator began its upward movement with the snack cart and Salman, realising that they had atleast half a minute dove right into Manya’s lap, lifted up her saree and dipped his lips straight into her cum soaked pussy. Manya gasped in astonishment for the next thirty seconds as her young stud slurped her well fucked pussy like a true lover. Her juices flowed in gratification and she felt loved rather than fucked. Her saree came down the moment the elevator door opened and he licentious couple staggered out to the cheers of fifty people.