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Rahul was fucking me like anything. I had lost my control and peed all over the place. The bedsheet was soaking wet with my pee. Still, this hot-blooded fucker was pounding my pussy like anything.
The wet squishy sound produced while fucking me was very erotic. But because I peed unintentionally, I was feeling embarrassed. But Rahul still didn’t stop. He was enjoying one of the hottest fuck of his life. I enjoyed it too. The sexual pleasure was too much.
The intensity of the sexual pleasure made me forget all of my shame. I was being fucked by Rahul very hard. We both were looking into each other’s eyes, and the ramming of my cunt just kept continuing.
I pulled Rahul close to me and dug my fingernails into his back. We women can’t stop ourselves from doing this when we are going through intense sexual pleasure. We want more from our partners, so we embrace them hard against us. In the process, our fingernails get dug into their backs.
It might be a bit painful for the guy, but it also makes him feel sexy. Men have admitted to this. Rahul was groaning in pleasure. I was moaning like a whore in heat. My legs were already hooked around his hips, pulling his hard cock into my pussy.
My orgasm itself triggered the outburst of my pee. My orgasm lasted for a couple of minutes. It was too much for a 53 years old woman. I mashed my lips against Rahul’s lips and kissed him as if there was no tomorrow.
Rahul was on the verge of cumming too. He was already pounding my pussy like a sex-crazed bull, but still, he was able to increase his fucking pace. And finally, he blasted his sperm all around my vaginal walls.
We both always kissed intensely, and our saliva mingled a lot. We kissed passionately till we both recovered from that powerful orgasm. Then we broke our kiss and just looked at each other. We both were still panting a bit.
Me – You are such a naughty boy. You always succeed in taking me to bed and fuck me mercilessly. You young guys fuck too much. (I said it with a bit of shyness.)
Rahul – What to do, aunty? You are the reason for this. You are soo adorable. I love to be with you. And you look so lovely in a saree that I fall spellbound every time I see you draped in a saree. And today, you looked so sexy and feminine in that dark blue saree.
Me – Really, baby? Are you telling the truth? (I said while blushing a lot)
Rahul – If you have any doubts, I can prove them to you again by making love to you. Just get draped in that blue saree again and see my sexual magic. (He said it in a flirty way)
Me – Shut up, Rahul. I can’t take any more of your pounding now. You again made my pussy sore. Even if I had wanted to get fucked now, I could not have been able to drape that blue saree again. It’s completely wet and lying on the laundry room floor. (I said with a lot of shyness)
Rahul – Oh really? Whether you drape a blue saree, a red saree, or some other color saree. I will make love to you for all eternity.
I couldn’t say anything else. In reply, I locked my lips with his and kissed him lovingly and tenderly for a few minutes. Then I told him that I was embarrassed about peeing while fucking.
He laughed a little and said that he liked that too. These things happen and usually add some extra kinky flavor to the sex. I smiled and then forced him to take me to the washroom and get cleaned up. The lazy, naughty fucker was not getting up, so I had to force him.
We took a quick shower together. Earlier that morning, we got drenched in the rain and were shivering. And then, after the passionate lovemaking, we were soaked in sweat. Now again, after this shower, we were feeling cold.
As all our belongings were still unpacked, I had to rummage through my clothes to find something to wear. I got my hands on a purple panty and wore it. Then I took a sky blue bra and put it on.
I asked Rahul to hook it up at my back. I was feeling tingly between my legs. The guy who is hooking up my bra is the one who would be unhooking it very soon. Likewise, I wore my blouse and petticoat, and draped a floral patterned chiffon saree.
Yes, I know that we were in that isolated farmhouse, and there were no guests to be expected. Still, I wore a saree because I felt feminine in it. The saree is a clothing style that makes a woman feel feminine.
It looks good and enhances a woman’s beauty irrespective of body shape. The only thing is to get habituated to draping a saree. If you practice wearing it often, you will soon feel comfortable.
Rahul had put on a t-shirt and a pair of chino shorts. We both were feeling cold, so we rushed toward the kitchen for a cup of coffee. I prepared black coffee for Rahul, and he prepared regular milk coffee for me.
There is a wooded bench in the portico area of our house. Rainfall was still heavy. We took our respective coffee mugs and sat on the wooden bench. We were sipping on our coffee and having a casual chit-chat.
All of a sudden, Rahul kissed me on my lips. He then broke the kiss and took a sip of his coffee. He used to kiss me, then take a sip of his coffee. This naughty act of his continued till both of us finished our coffee.
I was tasting his black coffee, and he was tasting the milk coffee from my lips. Who was drinking which coffee? We had no idea. But one thing was for sure: we both indeed enjoyed our coffee.
And upon that, the heavy rainfall added a sexy feeling. But I reminded Rahul that we needed to unpack our stuff first. So after placing our coffee mugs in the kitchen, we headed towards the bedroom.
I asked Rahul to help me arrange my stuff first. Our bedroom at that time had a small room attached to it. We use it as a closet. We place all our clothes in that closet room.
I put all my sarees on the bed one by one and told Rahul to place them in the closet using a hanger. He did as I had said. I was feeling shy about arranging my lingerie in Rahul’s presence. Yes, you are right. Rahul is the same guy who has been fucking me continuously for three days.
And still, I was shy in displaying my lingerie to him. What to do? We women are full of mystery. So I will be stopping right here for now. But I will be back soon with the next part. Till then, bye, my dear readers, and have a good day. Thank you.
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