Tarak : why are you wearing it?

Anjali : He should know I'm a married woman. (Anjali said, shimmying up to me and planting a kiss on my lips)

Tarak : I am here to tell him this.

Anjali : let it be, makes it all the more exciting.

Tarak : you're really being naughty Anjali. (I said and kissed her back).

The door bell rang again we came to the Hall.

Anjali paced here and there, a bundle of nervous energy in her.

Tarak : give me two minutes. (He replied to wait)

Tarak : tell me. (I said, trying to distract her and make her calm) what kind of a man do you want it to be?

Anjali thought about this for a minute and then shook her head.

Anjali : it would be good, if he be a young man, mascular and with shameless eyes that ogle you?

Tarak : what if you won't get the one according to your choice, would you do it?

Anjali : like?

Tarak : imagine, what if it's an older man? Bald or fatty?

Anjali : now when I am ready I will do it with him too.

Tarak : you'd let him see your boobs, touch you too if it comes to that?

Anjali came to me and pressed against my body. She kept her eyes on me the whole time.

Anjali : now I would do everything so you won't dare to allow me again. (she said wildly) I'd let him do all that.

Tarak : nothing much?

Anjali : much, Like what, kissing and sucking or touching?

Tarak : Yes..

I feel her pussy. It's so wet.

Anjali was close to cumming and so I pushed her away.

Tarak : save it for after he left.

Anjali looked excited but nervous.

My timing was perfect for less than a minute later, he again ask.

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