Indian Wife Massage
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Chapter 6
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 6 - Mumbai husband arranges a special happy ending massage for his wife
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“Lie down again,” he said.
Anjali obeyed, lying on her back, her chest heaving, her breasts still exposed and hard. Kaliya walked to the foot of the table, standing near her legs. He reached down and pulled her black satin panties down, exposing her completely. Immediately, Anjali’s hands flew down, her palms covering her pussy in a reflexive gesture of modesty.
Kaliya gently removed her palms. “Relax,” he whispered.
Now, he picked up the G5 massager. He turned it on and started massaging her groin area. The vibration was intense, buzzing against her inner thighs, her labia, her clitoris. Anjali twitched, her body jolting with the current. He moved the machine here and there, teasing her, while his other hand went to her breasts, pinching her nipples firmly. Anjali felt uncontrollable, an extreme happiness building inside her, a mix of shame and pure pleasure.
He continued for a while, massaging her groin and pressing her breasts. Then, he said, “Turn over.”
Anjali turned around. Her big, spoon-shaped ass was fully exposed to him. Kaliya used the massage machine on both her buttocks, the vibration making her entire body tremble. With his other hand, he caressed her back, his fingers tracing the spine. This continued for five minutes, the vibration deepening, the touch soothing yet stimulating.
“Turn over again,” he said.
Anjali flipped back onto her back. Her leaking pussy and hard, exposed breasts were in full sight of Kaliya. He walked to a drawer, opened it, and took out a sleek, black dildo. He stood on the right side of the massage table, exactly near her stomach.
He inserted the dildo into Anjali’s vagina. Anjali twitched, feeling the intrusion. Her right hand reached out and held Kaliya’s left hand tightly. He used his right hand to push the dildo in and out, slowly at first, then faster. Anjali twitched, her body reacting to the movement.
Kaliya released Anjali’s right hand and used it to explore her body. He ran his hand over her stomach, her breasts, pinching and squeezing. He continued putting the dildo in and out of her pussy. He adjusted his position so that Anjali’s right hand, which was resting on the edge of the table, touched near his crotch.
Anjali felt the hardness of his dick through his loose white track pants. She moved her fingers, touching it, caressing it. Then, she held his dick over the fabric. Kaliya quickly pulled down his pants, revealing his clean-shaven, erect dick.
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