u/Danielkohli

I’m looking for a married SB who is smart, stylish, and looking for fun time and company.

Let’s discuss what’s missing and figure out how we can provide each other.

Married SD 30 years old seeking same. Let’s be each other’s favorite secret

The best sugar arrangements are built on shared schedules and mutual discretion. I’m looking for a married SB who is smart, stylish and wants to make her life spicy and luxurious.

It was a destination wedding, and the vibes were insane. I met Kavya, a family friend, after years. When she hugged me, her big boobs pressed hard against my chest, and I knew the night was going to be wild.

After hours of dancing and naughty glances, the party shifted to my villa. Around 4:30 AM, my fiancee went to sleep, and I headed to my room. I found Kavya in my washroom fixing her saree. Her waist looked fire, and her "melons" were bursting out of her blouse. We lit a cigarette in the tight shower area, and when my dick brushed her ass, she rubbed back.

She looked at me and whispered, "It took you all night to hold my waist, Don’t waste another night to get inside me."

I didn't waste a second. I pulled her saree down, and those heavy boobs were finally in my hands. I sat on the toilet seat, and she dropped to her knees. She took me in her mouth, giving me a deep, wet blowjob while looking up at me.

Once I was rock hard, I turned her around. I pushed her over the counter, spread her cheeks, and started rimming her. She moaned loud, "Oh god, wahan koi nahi gaya aaj tak..." I didn't stop until she was shaking.

I lifted her up, her legs wrapping around my waist, and I slammed into her. The risk was crazy, 30 people were partying downstairs and my fiancee was nearby. Every thrust was deep and raw. She was biting her lip, trying not to scream while her huge boobs bounced against my chest.

"I’m gonna cum," I whispered hoarsely.

I pulled out at the last second and shot my warm cum all over her smooth ass. She watched it drip down her thighs, a wicked smile on her face.

Kavya was a pro. She cleaned up, fixed her saree, and touched up her lipstick in a minute. She looked totally innocent again.

"Breakfast pe milte hain," she winked and slipped out. I stood there, heart racing, wondering how I’d face everyone at the rituals in two hours.

It was a destination wedding, and the vibes were insane. I met Kavya, a family friend, after years. When she hugged me, her big boobs pressed hard against my chest, and I knew the night was going to be wild.

After hours of dancing and naughty glances, the party shifted to my villa. Around 4:30 AM, my fiancee went to sleep, and I headed to my room. I found Kavya in my washroom fixing her saree. Her waist looked fire, and her "melons" were bursting out of her blouse. We lit a cigarette in the tight shower area, and when my dick brushed her ass, she rubbed back.

She looked at me and whispered, "It took you all night to hold my waist, Don’t waste another night to get inside me."

I didn't waste a second. I pulled her saree down, and those heavy boobs were finally in my hands. I sat on the toilet seat, and she dropped to her knees. She took me in her mouth, giving me a deep, wet blowjob while looking up at me.

Once I was rock hard, I turned her around. I pushed her over the counter, spread her cheeks, and started rimming her. She moaned loud, "Oh god, wahan koi nahi gaya aaj tak..." I didn't stop until she was shaking.

I lifted her up, her legs wrapping around my waist, and I slammed into her. The risk was crazy, 30 people were partying downstairs and my fiancee was nearby. Every thrust was deep and raw. She was biting her lip, trying not to scream while her huge boobs bounced against my chest.

"I’m gonna cum," I whispered hoarsely.

I pulled out at the last second and shot my warm cum all over her smooth ass. She watched it drip down her thighs, a wicked smile on her face.

Kavya was a pro. She cleaned up, fixed her saree, and touched up her lipstick in a minute. She looked totally innocent again.

"Breakfast pe milte hain," she winked and slipped out. I stood there, heart racing, wondering how I’d face everyone at the rituals in two hours.