Indian Wife Massage
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Chapter 5
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 5 - Mumbai husband arranges a special happy ending massage for his wife
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual True Story Cuckold Slut Wife Wife Watching Indian Male Indian Female Massage Indian Erotica
“Oh, don’t worry. I know what a perfect gentleman you are,” Anjali said, her voice steady with a growing hint of excitement underlying her tone. “My husband booked this specific package for me. Now that I see it’s you, canceling the session would just feel wrong. In fact, I am actually relieved that it’s a familiar face taking care of me rather than a complete stranger. Now, please proceed and finish what you started.”
Kaliya smiled, a slow, predatory smile. He stood up, stepped onto the frame, and straddled the high table right behind Anjali’s back, pinning her hips between his knees. Without a word, he reached around her and unhooked her bra. He slid the straps off her shoulders and pulled the black satin garment down, completely removing it.
Anjali quickly crossed her arms over her chest, covering her breasts. Kaliya moved his hands from behind, sliding them over her upper chest, massaging the skin just above her breasts. Then, he moved his hands to cover her arms, one hand over her right arm, one over her left, exactly as she had positioned them. He held her hands firmly.
Anjali tried to hold on, trying to keep her arms crossed, but Kaliya was stronger. With a gentle but firm push, he moved her hands aside. Anjali’s breasts were now fully exposed to the air, though Kaliya was behind her, so he couldn’t see them fully from the front. But from his angle, he could see the curve, the swell.
He didn’t wait. With both hands, he reached around her sides and pressed hard on her breasts. He pinched her nipples, his thumbs rubbing them vigorously. Anjali gasped, her body arching slightly. She felt a surge of wetness in her panties, the fabric becoming visibly damp.
Kaliya continued for ten minutes, his hands working her breasts with relentless pressure, pinching, squeezing, rubbing. Anjali moaned softly, her eyes closed, lost in the sensation.
Meanwhile, in the observer’s room, Raj was unraveling. He watched Kaliya’s hands on Anjali’s breasts. He watched her moan. He watched the dampness on her panties. His dick was hard, throbbing painfully in his jeans. He held his dick through his pants, rubbing it, his eyes glued to the mirror.
Kaliya changed his position. He spread his legs, one on each side of Anjali, both legs straight. He leaned forward, his chest touching her back. This gave him even better access to her breasts. He used his left hand to massage her breast, pinching her nipples slowly, then harder, then harder still. Anjali couldn’t contain herself. She moaned loudly. “Ahahh ... ahahhhh...”
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