– Ah! My…tear me down, I won’t care.
– Aha, what a tight juicy hot slit you have! Owning this, your husband is lucky.
– Shhh…don’t remind me of that puny cock now. Let me enjoy your massive drill.
– Alright, here I go; up the hill into your cave of thrill!
Stretching his hands he held her breasts and rammed his cock in and out of her slippery sheath. He battered her cunt; the rain battered his back. It went on and on. The rain conditioned the climate and kept him cool. She didn’t expect such a long fuck. Her cunt exploded again and again. Her head spun through unbearable drifts. And then suddenly he sped up his strokes and shot his hot seeds deep into her womb. Both grunted and trembled. As his flows and ebbs subsided, he pulled out his cock, straightened and turned her around and kissed her lips. She encircled his neck with her arms once again and hung on him like a child.
They completed then their wild bath and entered back into the dryness under the roof of her house. Both were hungry and the ‘puttu’ with green-pulse curry was delicious. After breakfast they spend together an hour in making their lunch. No meat; no vegetables because of continuous rain. They made curries only with pulses.
After lunch they had a nap. When they woke up again it was getting dark already. They had no mind to get up from their bed. He was on his back. She leaned her head on his broad chest, lying close to him on her side. She ran her fingers though the dense hairs on his chest and he, on her cheek, arm and lunch-interval. They intended not, yet gradually their body warmed up. His cock made a tent of his pajama. She eyed it happily and giggled.
– What are you going to do with it, now?
– Nothing, if you say you don’t have wetness in between your legs.
– No, I haven’t.
– Let me check.
He rolled her clothes up and his fingers traveled through the hairy thatch of her mound. Blushing, she raised herself to help him reach. While his fingers were roaming over her mound, she nibbled at his earlobe. And when his middle finger buried in her oozing slot, she moaned in his ear passionately. He started finger-fucking her. She shivered and pressed against his moving finger, demanding more.
– Come on; enter me now with your big fuck-thing.
– Didn’t you say that you are from the state of Kerala?
– So what?
– I was told that Keralite girls were experts in coconut claiming.
– You naughty.
Excited by his request, pulling off his clothes and her own, she mounted him for the so called coconut claiming. (Coconut claiming is that in which the shroud of the fruit will be removed by hitting it on a spike fixed upright). She held his long cock and guided its bulbous head into her gash. Taking his entire length in, she rested her fleshy buttocks on his strong thighs and straightened up. He smiled at her and, at that, her cheeks went red. And to hide it she tumbled on him, burying her face to his neck. He was keyed up by her shyness and patted her back, affectionately.
– Ok, ok. I won’t interfere. Be free.
– I feel shy, when you look at me like that.
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