What was this? Sex in the shower? The man never ran out of his ideas. I enjoyed the sight of his insanely long penis. Its head was searching for a hole.
He was still gripping my wrists, and looking straight into my eyes. I flushed under his gaze… my heart beating furiously. I gulped a couple of times. Rajat smiled. He was aware of my nervousness, aware of the slow fire building inside me, waiting eagerly for his next move. He was again toying with me… and liking every bit of it.
He leaned forwards to kiss me.
I never knew when he had let go of me… or that my hands were just hanging loosely by my sides. I, or rather, my lips were busy obeying his wicked orders… as he coated his thick ones over my own, tugging and biting them, teasing and sucking them in a slow and erotic harmony. He relished this routine. And gradually, he picked up speed, the steamy and engulfing liplocks now making me feel so hot and sweaty. Oh! I wanted to be glued to his pout forever. Every touch of his mouth on mine kept turning me on… Oh God!!
I was clinging on to him with my eyes closed, tasting and munching on his bee-stung lips… the heat of the moment forcing me to raise my arms in a half-conscious state, and my husband getting rid of my tee before throwing it away disdainfully.
“Your tongue… stick it out…” I heard a soft murmur nearby.
I brought it out, opening my mouth wide enough for him, still not daring to open my eyes. I realized my throat was dry.
Rajat pounced upon it keenly, getting a ready access into my mouth, embracing my parched tongue with his own. I found one of my breasts getting cupped and fondled by his large palms, the firm nipple twisted and pinched, while he consumed my mouth with his famished tongue, occasionally treating me with love bites over my already sore lips. The intense tonguing left me with an unbelievable aftertaste, my body pining for more of such onslaughts… and my barely-there panties reminded me how wet I already was.
He led me by the hand and put me under the shower. Then he crouched low and discarded my underwear.
We were two naked souls, hugging and clutching one another, getting quietly drenched.
The water scalded and tantalized me further, the torrential droplets wreaking havoc over my bruised body parts, searing me relentlessly. We tongue-kissed each other again; after that Rajat put my erect tits into his mouth and drank from them… his tongue was trying to lick away every droplet from his wife’s precious skin. I wailed and arched my head backwards, heaving and breathing hard… the water kept pouring and trickling down, from my ample cleavage and then into my deep navel… and further down. His brazen lips touched every spot… he felt my dripping bellybutton briefly, further electrifying me, before lowering his head down into the most forbidden zones.
His hands reached upwards, abusing my large boobs, while his busy mouth parted my clitoral lips and began tongue-fucking me. The water was serving as a perfect catalyst; my juices were flowing freely; I was left swaying and quivering feverishly while my husband continued his oral romps between my legs. I didn’t know how much longer I could keep standing like that… my knees were wobbling dangerously. I put one leg over his back for support. As a result, he got more open territory to thrust his tongue back and forth.