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I masturbate thinking of you in the night and make my bed-sheet dirty. I really need to fuck you before any other people seduce you.” She looked into my eyes and sensed the lust. After staring at me strangely for a while, Sunita giggled. And I got confirmed that she gave in. thereafter I passed sex comments to her and even shared sex jokes with her. We both liked company of each other. Whenever I got chance I squeezed her boobs, tickled her and kissed her lips. One day Sunita wanted me to accompany her to the theatre as her hubby was moving out of station for an off-campus drive. Sunita had already booked two seats at corner. It was an evening show. I visited the movie with her and sat beside her at the proper place. As the film initiated, I looked around the hall. As it was not crowded, I planned a mischief. I thought to seduce her right there in the darkness. I slipped my hand into her saree and caressed her tummy between her waist and blouse. As Sunita didn’t utter a word, I. ” I felt refreshed and alive.“We should probably get cleaned up.” She tilted her head up to look into my eyes.“Yeah, I think so. I need a shower.”“Mmmm, yeah that sounds good. I have to pee.” She jumped off, dripping a little mixture of pussy juice and cum onto my leg. I lusted after her fine behind and she went off to the bathroom.When I reached the bathroom, she had just gone pee and finished wiping. Her naked breasts had pink splotches on them from my kisses.“You can go ahead and shower, I think I’ll wait till morning,” she said and kissed me as she left the bathroom. The sight of her in the bright bathroom lights, her nude form and messed up hair from our bedroom romp, was already turning me on again.I turned on the shower and jumped in. My penis was still erect from the sex, and as the hot water hit it I had to steady my self against the wall as an orgasm like feeling ripped through my body and my legs weakened. The water felt so good on the head of my cock I felt like I was.
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