“All because of you,” the grin never left his face, “why are you wearing so many clothes,” he looked at the long gown she was wearing.
“Shut up, I am not here to put up a show for you every day.”
“Oaa…” he made a bad face.
“I am not like the other woman you fucked and impregnated.”
“Certainly, madam you are not like her… you are special… beyond words,” he looked admiringly towards her.
She felt happy when he praised her. She walked towards the living room while Langa followed her looking at the round swaying ass, he could make out the panty lines under the thin material of the gown. He felt a strong urge to grab those soft globs and pull her onto his cock. Malti sat on the chair while he sat down on the floor beside her feet trying to look under the gown.
He gestured her to pull up the gown.
“You are totally mad,” she giggled, “go outside and work in the garden.”
“Please madam, I want to see those creamy legs.”
“Shut up….” She felt the adrenaline rush and looked around the room as if to be sure that they were alone. She felt a bit guilty as she saw the picture of her husband in the photo frame on the side table, but then the lust took over. She saw Langa trying to peep under her gown and her legs automatically started to spread.
Langa was having a great view of the soft white thighs but he wanted more, he could not be satisfied with just the nude show. He let her spread wide and then he swiftly pushed his hands inside the gown and grabbed the black panty.
“Nooo… what are you doing,” she was taken aback by his sudden assault.
“Let me take it out,” he spoke in a shaking voice.
“No… no… leave it,” she grabbed his hands as he tries to pull it down, “I told you never to touch,” she tried to be tough.
“But I touched you yesterday,” he pleaded.
“That does not give you any right.”
“Please… madam,” he didn’t let it go.
A small scuffle broke out between them which eventually she lost and he peeled the panty out of her smooth legs. Malti let out a groan as he spread her legs wide by grabbing her thighs. Langa looked between the legs and saw the most beautiful sight of his life. The smooth shaved pussy was wet and glistering, the pussy lips were all swollen and spread giving a glimpse of pink labia. He pulled the gown upto her waist and pushed his face between her legs.
“Uggg…,” Malti let out a low grunt as she felt his tongue on her inner thighs, “Noooo… please.” He traced his tongue on her thighs moving forward and flickered his tongue on the wet pussy lips.
“Ogg… umm…” she grabbed his hairs.
He drove his tongue inside her causing her to moan even louder. The moaning sound felt like music to his ears and he knew that if he played it right he will have this woman to use as he pleases. The room was filled with the most glorious sounds, raw, intense and delicious noises of pleasure as he plundered her with his tongue. He thrust one finger inside her, crooking it and hitting her in the spot that turned her moans into one long high pitched squeal. She lifted her legs high and placed it on the shoulders of Langa and pulled her face into her crotch.