A Pakistani Housewife Receives An Intimate Massage From A Stranger While Her Husband Watches, Followed By Explicit Hindi Audio

It wasn’t frantic or frenzied like our other ones, but smooth, gentle and relaxing. Fuck me. Never.” 
She laughed and traced a prefect fingernail  around her nipple. I wanted to massage her other boob, pull her nipple, pinch it and twist it with my fingers. When she lowered her chest to my lips again, I turned my head to the side, motioning to her other breast. Fuck me. Rachel approached my trembling body and traced a finger down from my cheek to my neck, setting her hand on my shoulder as it moved down. I was surprised how sensitive her nipples were and loved the fact that I could give her an orgasm from touching her tits alone. Her hands were cradling my face, and I so badly wanted to hold her in my arms, run my hands along her back, bury my fingers in her hair. 
Our kiss got deeper, our lips meeting with more force.