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Then after that meet, we started meeting twice in a week. And then slowly we started meeting every day during lunchtime.Ayesha used to smoke a lot of cigarettes so I used to accompany her whenever she went out for frequent smoke breaks. She was a pretty bold woman. A lot of people used to stare at her while she smoked cigarettes (we know how we Indians are) but she knew how to ignore others. I started liking her company but I kept it to myself as she was a married woman.Meanwhile, our WhatsApp chats were getting naughtier. We started talking about things like ‘boobs’ and ‘vagina’. But it was never like sex chat or something. Being a horny guy that I am, I even went on to ask if I could touch her boobs or if I could kiss her, to which she refused straight away.She said she was married and she wasn’t looking anything that way. But when I used to ask about her sexual fantasies etc, she used to tell everything without any hesitation. I was not understanding what really Ayesha wants from. Her moans became faster and her hips started to jerk forward, meeting my tongue and lips and spreading her moisture all over my face. Her fingers gripped my hair and she began to hump my face. I could only stick out my tongue and let her rub her groin over it. She grunted, starting to mumble nonsensical words, and I felt her engorged clit slide over the tip of my nose. Her thighs started to tremble and the pitch of her moans rose. I fought against her painful grip and managed to latch onto the swollen nub, sucking hard. A strangled cry left her throat and her thighs clenched around my head. I gripped her hips to keep us from toppling over, and she moaned and shook above me, covering my face with a musky spray of moisture. A second later she was pulling up her pants already and I felt quite out of my league. Winking at me, she unlatched the door and stepped outside while I struggled back onto my feet. I turned around, closed the lid and sat down, not giving a rat’s ass anymore about.
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