Shabana - Hot Beauty In Scarf Gets Filled With Cum
Hello, this is Sumith and today, I am narrating you my experience with Shabana. I happened to meet her at my branding services office. I worked closely with the company in which she is working and she was the go-between. At 35 and basically from Mangalore, Shabana always had a smiling face and a body that is slightly chubby. She always used to wear a scarf but the rest of the clothing were tight-fit and revealing at key zones. I complimented her for the colours she wore the first day I met at her office. She blushed with a nice smile within that scarf. As the project progressed, while discussing things over coffee, I asked her whom does she take for shopping? She said she goes alone and sometimes, she takes her 9-year-old son. “What about your hubby? Doesn’t he like shopping?”, I asked. “Once or twice in a year when he comes to India”, she replied. “Oh, that must be hard for a wife”, I said. “Yes, that too when handsome men hang around”, she said which took me by surprise. But I said, “Oh, handsome men would like to join if invited!” “Invited for?”, she raised her chin and eyebrows. “Shopping or whatever”, I said. And now our conversation was getting out of business. “So, you can do whatever?”, she had a smile on her face. “Yeah”, I winked. “Really? Do you like me?”, she wanted to hear a yes even though she knew the answer already. I took a deep breath and leaned a bit forward in the chair and said, “You know the art of dressing so much that you tempt a man to put his hands on those..”, I said in a low voice. “What are your plans for tomorrow?”, she asked me. “The slot is free for you. Up to you to fix it”, I said. “Naughty”, she hit my shoulders. I sensed that she had already started to get playful. And then we left the place. At around 9:30, I got a message from Shabana saying, hi. I replied. She asked me what I was doing. I told her that I was just watching news alone and asked her what she was up to. She sent me a selfie in her night dress, with her hair open. She looked slutty. “You look irresistible, I think you are giving my hand some real work”, I replied. “You are really hard for me?” “Yeah, really.” Shabana immediately sent me a location and asked, “Can you drive up to here for me then?” “Seriously? What about your son?” “I just put him to sleep.” “Don’t message me again”, I said. “Why!!!!!?”, she panicked a bit. “I will be driving.” “Wow. Really? I just missed a heartbeat seeing that last message”, she said with an angry smiley. “I will compensate for it by making your heart pump more blood.” I didn’t even bother to change my clothes. I drove in my t-shirt and track pants with the direction on maps. It took only 20 minutes as there wasn’t any traffic jams at that hour and yes, I accelerated a bit. The map guided me to an apartment. While I was thinking to park my car outside the complex, the watchman came to me and asked if I was a guest of Shabana’s door number (she had informed the watchman before). Then he guided me into the parking area. As I entered the lift, I could already feel that my cock was getting out of its slumber. And when I got out of the lift and looked out for the door number, I heard a door open on the other side. I turned to that side to see Shabana waving with her head out and then she stepped out signalling me to get inside quickly. The Muslim beauty was wearing a cream colour nightgown and a push up bra which was showing her womanhood. She closed the door as soon as we entered. I quickly grabbed her by the waist and started to sniff her neck. The scent made it irresistible and I licked from her neck to her earlobes. Shabana started to lose her control as well and she bent towards me putting all her weight onto my body. I turned her face towards me while still poking her ass with my dick and kissed on her lips. At the same time, my hands started to work on her sexy boobs. Not one of the softest I had ever felt but it felt firm. I put my hands over her cups and there I was able to feel her hard nipples. It was protruding and an easy target for my hands. Within a couple of minutes, the hot Muslim married girl started to loose the energy in her legs and looked helpless with lust oozing out of her eyes. Shabana blushed when I looked into her eyes and hugged me tightly holding me for a support and putting all her weight. I held her buttocks and tried to lift her, she immediately cooperated by jumping onto my waist, locking her legs. We kissed like two horny teens and then she jumped out as if she suddenly recalled something and asked me, “Sorry. You wanted something to drink? What could I serve you”. I said, “Nectar”. She didn’t get what I meant and it was obvious from her expression. I grabbed her by neck and smooched her lips. “Mmmmmmmm.. mmmmm… mmmm”, I heard a slight moan from her. Then she pushed me into the sofa and without bothering for permission, she pulled the tag of my track pants and put her hand in! For a moment, she felt it inside holding my dick in full palm and smiled at me. “Let me see what’s hidden down there”, she pulled my manhood out for free. Caressing it, she gave it a deep look. But, suddenly, she excused herself and ran towards the room to check her son through the door and then she locked it from outside. In the same speed, she ran back and straight away put her mouth to my cock! Her mouth had all the skills required. Shabana first put my cock deep up to her throat and then started to move her tongue vigorously. Then she took it out and started to play with my foreskin. She pulled it up, sucked it and repeated as if like a 4 year old kid in joy when she gets her desired toy and at the same time, excited and confused on what to do. I pulled out her gown. She had a beautiful lingerie but I wasn’t in a mood to enjoy the garments.I wanted to see the naked angel. I unhooked her push up bra and there it was – her 36C size boobs in beautiful shape with pink nipples.