Sumati and Prakash met in a train to Mumbai, fell in love with each other. Their romance took a new turn with the death of Sumati’s husband Kishan. Prakash and Sumati wanted each other badly. Will there be a way to it?
Prakash and Shweta were very near to each other. Bodies fully pressed with skin to skin contact up to waists. Prakash brought his palms over her face and started feel her face with his fingers.
Death of Kishan, efforts of Prakash for compensation brought secured future. Neelam a visitor for condolence was in love with Kishan bearing child of Kishan
I took her in embrace lovingly and started showering her with kisses without making noise. I was hearing the high pitch snoring of both the oldies one by one.
Fate decides everything. Sumati a graduated housewife in difficult situation after she pressed her husband to stop working for antisocial elements. On way to Mumbai she met Prakash fell in love with him
I went down kissing and licking her belly, kissed her belly button, licked it, try to make it more and more wet. Went downward and kissed her naval, while kissing and licking her naval, I put one finger in her belly button and try to pierce it.
I looked at her beautiful boobs covered in the bra, her boobs were average size, but they were so tight and erect, even her nipple was beautiful because it was standing erect and the bra could not hide its shape
He took his tongue on the contour of my left boob. He was licking the slopes of my boob. He must have liked the shape and beauty of my boobs, I thought.
I kissed her neck, while kissing her neck I held her both boobs in my palm from below, as if I want to feel their girth. She looked there; I try to feel their shape now.
She embraced me tight with her arms around me and started showering with kisses. She was madly kissing and saying lots of things, but she was so fast that I can’t understand anything.