Back again with demand for Maneet CON :)) - Page 3

Never saying a word, he pulled her hard against his chest, slamming his lips into hers. "Maan", she tried to get her voice but was stopped by his placing a finger on her lips."Chup" geet aaj nahin and she knew she wanted that also.

Their tongues moved together, brutal yet gentle, as if they couldn't decide whether they wanted to battle or dance. Maan kept his head to her and reaching with his other hand to graze Her. She hardened beneath his touch and gave a little shudder, instigating him to pull her out.

Pulling away to look at her body, He swooped his arms around the small of her back and her knees, lifting her onto bed. Something about the contrast of her warm, soft skin and the cold, hard floor made him want her even more.

She ran her nails over my back, clawing at his vest, as he caressed her with his mouth. Maan backed off for a moment that seemed to last a lifetime Continuing to rub and lick, He moved his other hand down her belly, He was on his knees with no thought on his mind but pleasing her.He spread her lips apart, licking circles and planting kisses over the inner fold.

This time Maan moved his fingers with purpose, She let out a guttural moan . He moved his mouth to her siding his tongue back and forth ,geet uttering strings of words that never made a real sentence, and then looked at his head nestled between her thighs, giving me a slightly dazed look.

Maan rose from his knees keeping his eyes locked on hers as he undid his belt and took off pants. Like a hunter searching for buried treasure. At first she nodded, still panting verbal hieroglyphics that could not paint a complete picture, and he prepared to enter her.

Keeping up the battle for control, Geet shifted her position so her legs went straight out and her back was against his knees.She pushed her hands against the floor, arching her body into a near backbend and maan released her hair in favor eager as a teenage boy but as experienced as a man, rubbing and pinching and squeezing. Maan used his other hand to push down on her belly as pleasured moans turned into needy whimpers. It took all his self-control then and there.

He continued rubbing careful not to change rhythm he continued pumping deeper and deeper into her. Her whimpers continued, urging him to keep going. Maan's shoulders tensed and toes curled, mind lost in a haze of bliss.

Still breathing heavily, Maan pulled her up so she was sitting on him, and he wiped away a piece of sweaty hair that stuck to her forehead. giving her a mischievous grin as he felt his power of speech returning. Geet gave an exhausted giggle,as she gave him a brief kiss on the lips.The husband and wife hugged one another and went to deep slumber being content at making fond memories of the place.