In Search for a PlayMate

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We were on the middle of the play when I noticed he was not fully on the job as he use to be. Telling me stories of how couples get to know each other, meetings of the husbands and the introduction of the wives. How slowly the group grows and the party begins. Weekends after weekends, tired bodies meet at bars and restaurants and then move on to hotels and farm houses only to get happiness at the end of the week. I never enquired more, Simply moaned when he stopped saying and concentrated on the job. First he starts with the foreplay with the tips of his finger and then increasing the numbers and the penetration. Loved his way of touching and caressing the inner walls, sometimes moving his fingers inside the vagina to make triangles 🔺️🎶💔and rectangles, forming 💎♦️🔹️💎♦️. Slowly he then use his tongue for around 20-30 minutes before again using the fingers to play ▶️ with the outer walls. His heavy breathing fills me with hot 🔥fluids as if the volcano has erupted. He then puts his cock slowly into my yogi. He stops on the way. Only one third of it inside me. It's fifteen minutes since it's inside me, I couldn't wait more, juices dripping and falling on the bedsheets. Then he pulls off his penis...



He then talks about some of his friends and their exploits. Slowly he would talk about how Priti does to Prem and Manju to Suresh.


It was not difficult to read his mind. He wanted more than what he was getting. Sometimes he grumblingly say , Kamini, you have a wrong name. I enjoyed his playing of words only to tease me in the middle of the act.
One day, I told him, you no more love me the way you used to be in the beginning of our relationship.


He stopped the thrusting halfway, took out the tool from my wet pussy, looked in my eyes and said, Why? Why do you think so?

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