Pulling over for pussy - an Indian erotic story

Somebody saw us!

A modern Indian erotic story 💄

“Mmmhhhhh… aahh…” the sounds slipping out of my lips were so unafraid. I felt no fear of being caught with my dress hoisted up till my waist and my panty pulled aside, my trimmed bush glistening with my juices mixed with my husband Ravi’s saliva.. his head between my legs as I lay back comfortably against the backseat door with a pillow plopped in between.. zero fear that someone would walk past our car that was pulled over on a silent patch of service road at around eleven in the morning.

I loved the fact that we had begun our naughty weekend already!

“Mmhhh…” I moved lightly.. adjusting my pussy to glide along his tongue.. Ravi snaked his tongue out, flicking it against my exposed clit.. he gently held my lips apart as his thumb massaged the head of my clit slowly..

We had another two hours to check-in and were only an hour’s drive away.. with an hour to kill, you can imagine that neither of us were in any rush.. 

My fingers pulled down the neck of my light chiffon dress to expose my natural breasts.. I wore no bra and within ten minutes of realising that is how Ravi and I were in this position.

I pinched both of them.. till my dark brown nipples looked like big, rock hard, yummy af raisins.

Ravi’s tongue slid between my labia.. up.. and down.. up… mmmnhhh.. and down… this made me grind my cunt into his face.. and my man lapped it all up…!! 

I moved my left hand down and furrowed through his hair, “Is my baby so thirsty?”

He gazed at me with eyes that spoke in volumes..

I bit my lower lip as I returned his gaze..

He bit playfully at my pussy’s lips..

“Ahh!!!”….. “Uffff…”

I laughed throatily which encouraged Ravi to repeat nibbling at my pussy, sending waves of pain and pleasure coursing through my body.

I licked my index finger slowly as he continued to enjoy and slowly take over my senses.

My tongue snaked out of my mouth and rolled around my middle finger until it vanished in between my lips..

My silver nose ring made Ravi’s view all the more sensual and flattering.

“Play with your breasts, Kriti..”

Say less, Ravi…

I squeezed my breasts close until they formed a heart shape. My fingers toyed with my nipples like I was milking them. Playing with my breasts while Ravi’s tongue snaked close to my opening was making me go crazier.

“Ravi.. fuck.. ahhh…”

I was dying to feel his tongue inside me.. and that’s just what my mind-reading sexy husband did at that very moment. 

I pinched my nipples hard and stayed that way as his tongue vanished inside me. 

God, this man knew how to really eat!!

He moaned against the walls of my pussy as he lapped me up loudly.

I almost closed my eyes when I noticed a shadow pass by the front window.

Stopping mid-moan, I watched the person walk past the backseat window, looking in briefly.

It was a woman, and she saw my flushed face and exposed semi-naked body for a second before realising what was happening. 

Luckily, she chose mortification, and what I also like to believe was a little bit of maturity, and continued walking.

I gasped and laughed, my head falling back.

Ravi, completely unaware of my last five seconds, was moving his fingers in my pussy by now.

I felt the shock turn into sweet pleasure as I relaxed and let myself closer towards my orgasm.

Ravi's fingers hooked me perfectly.. and moved divinely.

My fingers back on my breasts, I squeezed and moaned, my body racing towards the rush.

My knees tightened around Ravi’s shoulders as I came hard. 

In waves, I felt a pulsating pleasure emit from my g-spot.

I think I’ll remember these moments forever… :-)

I couldn’t wait to get a room with this man.

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