She too was sexcited too, hissing and puffing, silently begging me to enter her love grove. As pushed my tool, she cringed with pain, maybe she was not fucked for quite some time. I greased my lund with some cold cream (Ponds Cream I still remember) and resumed my task. She smelled my hand and liked the perfume of this cream.
I let my shaft at the entrance of her choot and resumed kissing and caressing her body. I felt her muscles relax, she started to enjoy again. I once again put my tongue in her mouth. while she was busy enjoying my tongue, I pushed my dick through her entrance. She flinched but I was already in her choot by now.
After staying still for some time, I started pushing my lund little by little in her choot. Her choot was quite tight; I don’t think her husband fucked her of late. The edge of washing machine was a hindrance too. She played her part by sliding further towards to accommodate more of me inside her.
She was also mumbling something in her native language, something that was like urging her lover or hubby to do it more and more. At one time she was barely on the edge; her entire weight was on my lund. She stretched her arms behind my back; I lifted her entire body holding her from her hip and stood erect.
Here she was, a fully naked maid, clinging on to her naked sahib, his tool impaled in her choot, her melons crushed against his hairy chest, her hands clawing his back and her legs wrapped on his hips! It was a Kamasutra re-lived in my house. To add to the frenzy, I was able to ram my entire tool inside her in the process of lifting her.
Her pubic hairs were mingling against mine; it was just too much happening too quickly. I guess she had had a mini climax, her cunt walls were juicy and smooth now. After ramming her a few times in that standing position, I carried her to the nearest wall. I wanted deeper and fuller thirsts but it was not possible in that Khajuraho pose.
I pinned her to the wall she still hanging on me, and started pumping her faster. I knew my climax was building up and I wanted to ram to her deepest point. When I looked at her she was looking out from the window next to us, afraid that people below may catch a glimpse of us in this condition.