Married Delhi Hot Milf On Tinder
Hi, chicks and chocks. How you all…this is Kunal Bhatia again back with a sexy encounter. As some of you know me by my last stories I even got some emails from some horny girls I usually reply to everyone, for new readers [email protected] is my mail id. Anyone interested in chatting can mail on this. I will be available all on mail.I am a hot looking boy, single, decent, educated, well maintained and hot dirty and horny in bed. I am from Delhi.Coming to my story I got this Delhi milf from tinder best fuck and best bitch till I die , no one can beat her.
We have been sexting a lot lately. Everything started with Tinder.
We matched and shared our numbers soon and it was all sexting and sex-calls. She was naive and needed an introduction to these sexual fantasies.
But once she was in, she got hooked to it. The fantasies, the dirty talk, the stimulation to be fucked by another man and in ways she never even fantasized of – she realized what all she had been missing.
She was married with kids. Been with 2 guys in total. But she looked nothing more than just in her early 30s. Once I saw her figure, her ass would curve out of her hips like those Latina women. I can imagine her walking and men ogling at her curves imagining how great it would be to strip her naked and fuck her from behind.Her husband was a businessman and would be in town only on weekends. It was that loneliness that made her try Tinder.
After a couple of weeks of sexting on WhatsApp, and talking dirty over the phone, we started getting more comfortable with each other. So much that we would imagine ourselves at her apartment. She even told me that the exact time I can visit her place so that no one would know.
Since it was illicit and purely sexual, there was no shame between us to talk anything dirty. I encouraged her to watch porn and look at various categories. She slowly enjoyed being treated like a slut, being touched and tease men.Even get fucked in front of her hubby or kids! Her imaginations ran wild and she was experimenting a lot in her head.
One day I told her I would bunk office and visit her. We both lived in the same city and were around 10kms apart. I left my home and asked her to WhatsApp her location. I reached her apartment around 11 am.
I rang the doorbell. She opened wearing tight fitting pants and deep cleavage top. We had shared each other pics so we knew our faces. We both smiled as we saw each other for the first time in person. I walked in. She closed the door behind.
I checked her body out “Wow… You are hotter than your pics!”
Smita: “Oh..Thanks!” she smiled shyly but comfortably. ‘You look good in formals”
I smiled as she walked me to hall couch. I dropped my bag near the couch sides and stood there.
Smita: looking at me “well… sit down..” she sat on the other end of the couch.
I sat down staring at her voluptuous ass. “You have a big place..” I said
Smita saw me staring at her curvy body but played along “Ya..come I will show you..”
She got up and offered her hand to me. I held her and got up, following her.
Smita: “Straight there is the kitchen… here right is kids bedroom..and here is the master bedroom”
I was still holding her hands. We walked into her master bedroom. There stood the mirror which I have seen on the steamy selfies she had sent me.
Me: “Wow.. so this is your fav place..where you take those hot selfies”
Smita: shy and smiling “Yes it is.” she stood again near the mirror posing.. pouting and her ass outwards.
I was looking at her. Her boobs and ass were popping out of her body frame, asking to be touched and groped. “I guess without that pants of yours…. would be a better pose”
Smita: “shut up. I know what’s on your mind” she said and moved away from the mirror “see..this is the bed..soft and jumpy” she said as she sat down on the edge of bed, legs hanging down.
I walked and stood in front of her. Her face near my pants zip.
Me: “How many times have I imagined you and me in this bed”
Smita: “I know…me too..”
Me: “Stripped, spanked, spitted, torn….”
Smita bent a bit on the bed with support from her hand “Wow..nice imagination… I would love to be done all that in this bed..”
I bend on her and kissed her lips. Then parting “When will your kids be home”
Smita kissing me passionately “Not before 6. and hubby is away for entire month”
My hands were going all over her body. Her stomach to her boobs, to her thighs, her ass.
Me: “So I own you till 6 pm today”
Smita: “You can own me anytime… You can stay here for 2 weeks..hubby isn’t coming home”
Me: “But your kids..”
Smita: “They will have their new dad”, she said winking “… I will handle..stay if you wanna”
Me: “Of course I wanna… but I guess kids would hear their mom moaning loudly all night..”
Smita: “ummm.. Rooms are sound proof dear… but fuck me in front of them. I don’t care”
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Me: “Fuck..that’s naughty…” I said as I started undoing her pants
Smita was unzipping my pants zip and took my cock in her hands “I thought you liked it kinky”
Me: “You know I like it! But hearing it from you…is so much hotter”