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Let me share with you my real-life experience from the internet to bed.
I am a 30 years old Bengali beauty and he is a same-aged Maharashtrian mulga. And as destiny wanted, we found each other online.
We instantly connected and something between us sparked. In no time, we were sharing our sexual desires and fantasies. To my surprise, we had similar desires and fantasies, extremely passionate and sensual, wild and crazy. Soon, we were sexting.
It was not the first time I was sexting but this feeling was different – the connection and the desire were different. We started chatting throughout the day then sharing more of ourselves.
We had become friends now. However, with the kind of connection we had started sharing, I also started developing a soft corner for the Marathi guy.
This went on for some time and our craving for each other grew in leaps and bounds. We just craved to get wild with each other and hence decided to meet.
He had a wedding to attend here in Kolkata. We couldn’t have asked for a better opportunity. He was married now but our sexual fantasy had to be fulfilled. I asked him to come alone and he agreed.
I got all excited and booked a good hotel for my Marathi internet friend’s stay. I had a concern though as I was quite chubby. He knew about it but I was quite concerned. Anyway, I did do something about it which we will find out later!
He came the next day. I was waiting for him at the hotel. The news of his arrival gave me butterflies and I could just not stop imagining his touch.
The moment I opened the door, I hugged him with all my heart. It was a long warm hug, that I had been waiting for. He freshened up and we had lunch.
We had plans for sightseeing but being around him was the only thing I wanted. We kept talking and gradually, the conversation went back to where we had started our journey from. Our chats, our sessions, how his erection craved my pussy and how my wet pussy craved his mad fuck.
The next thing I realise, he whispered with heavy breath, “Jangli billi, you are driving me crazy like always” and we leaned on each other. We kissed and kissed! His lips were as soft and juicy as I had imagined it to be. He tasted heavenly.
I rolled my tongue inside him and he kept sucking my lips. I could feel his breath and we were driving each other crazy.
I came onto his laps, messing his hair pulling him closer and kissing more passionately.
Then I broke the kiss and rubbed my nose on his long neck, sniffing him. Man! His intoxicating smell. I have always had a thing for men smelling good. I wonder how many of you find good humanly smell attractive.
I licked and bit my married Marathi internet friend on his neck and chewed on his earlobe. He started undressing and that was when my body concern strike me. I whispered in his ear, “Not so soon, tiger!”
I wanted him to have all of me, the real me. I wanted to be as intimate as I always wanted to be but with something holding me back I could have never done it.
I carried a tie and blindfolded him with it. “Tiger, I don’t want you to see me, just feel me.”
He didn’t say a word. I pushed him to the bed. I quickly undressed myself and came over him. Now I started undressing him.
I wanted to touch and feel every bit of him. As I was unbuttoning him, I would caress his chest with my fingers and kiss him. I took off his shirt. His bare body aroused me more.
Softly, I started rubbing my nose, licking him, kissing him from his neck to his shoulders to his chest. He wanted to touch me but I locked his arms with mine. Watching him not liking and the resistance aroused me even more.
I started playing with the Marathi guy’s nipples. I licked them in circles and then pulled them between my lips. As I started going down on him, I unbuttoned his denims. The moment I touched his dick, he moaned softly. It sent chills in my body.
I wanted him to beg me to suck him now. So I took off his denims and what I saw turned my eyes into hearts. His dick was all erect and badly wanting to be sucked! He had quite a dick that every girl would love.
I softly bit his dick over his undies and pulled his undies down and out of his body. He was naked in front of me. I took his hands and placed them over my boobs. The way he grabbed them, that touch made me wet.
I did not want to control myself anymore but I also wanted to hear him scream my name in pleasure.
I licked his balls and started playing around the married guy’s dick while not touching it. I grabbed his balls gently and licked his lower body. His soft moans were my favorite tune.
He moaned, “Jangli billi, you better suck me well, I am going to fuck the shit out of you.”
I just needed to hear this. I took off his blindfold because by then I was comfortable enough around him. I licked his dicked like my favorite ice cream, from bottom to the top. I tickled on his dick head and sucked it. Slowly, I took his entire dick down to my throat. I sucked and sucked.
I then rubbed his dick and sucked him. The best part was I was looking right into his eyes while doing so and didn’t let him lose eye contact. The satisfaction on his face was the best feeling in the world.
As I was sucking him, in a jiffy, he just pushed me back. He got up and made me kneel. I sucked him again. He choked me and choking never felt so good.
The tiger was all charged and mad now, just how I liked him and wanted. He threw me in the bed, spread my legs and started licking me. He was slapping on my sexy Bengali pussy, sucking, chewing it. I was digging my nails on my body out of ecstasy and was moaning. I was pushing him more toward my pussy. I just didn’t want him to stop!
But he stopped, looked at me and said, “Jangli billi, you will have to pay for all the teasing!”
He rubbed his dick on my wet clit and at once, he inserted his fat dick inside me!! He just inserted himself and took a moment still so that both of us could just feel it. It was magical.
He then started hitting me and gradually, he was increasing his pace. With every stroke, I was moaning out loud and feeling him to the core.
He – This is why you wanted me alone, right? So that I can fuck the shit out of you, you fucking bitch!!
Me – You better fuck me hard tiger, I had to fulfill my fantasy of you. (I love to talk dirty while fucking. It turns me on.)
He started stroking me harder.
Me – Aaaaahhhh fucker, keep hitting me hard..
He – You are my whore, only mine, I will tear your pussy apart.
He pulled himself out and now I was on my four. My married Marathi friend then pushed himself inside me again. This time, he was hitting me faster and deeper. I kept screaming and begging him to keep fucking me.
Me – Right there..Aahhhhhh..Ahhhhhh..Yes yes yes!! Fuck! You feel so good.
He – Only good, you whore? I will fuck you best.
He grabbed my hair and pulled it and started stroking hard. I had not felt something like that ever.
After a long hard fuck, we collapsed. He cummed all over my boobs and I licked him. I licked all the cum from his dick and licked him dry.
He came close to me and pressed his lips hard on me and kissed me.
We both showered together after that and got each other cleaned. We came to the bed naked and cuddled with each other. I kept playing with his body caressing my fingers all over him while we cuddled.
That day, we fucked again twice before he left for the wedding. We also fucked while he returned from the wedding and headed home.
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