That was tiring '' Krishna sighed as they closed the door behind them. He switched on the air conditioning on full blast.

'' And sweaty. And lousy '' Aeishwarya added as she took out her tank top to show her black bra and stood powerful under the air conditioning. They had been cleaning the bench garden since the morning.

Krishna held her from rump and whispered into her ear, `` Care to connect for a bath ? '' His palms slithered on her sweaty abdomen.

'' No. '' she bit her lip and blushed.

'' Not enough ? Then how about a massage before the bathing tub ? '' grinning he took her hand and led her to one of the showers.

'' Our massage and bath computer software include a canonical bath first. '' He removed her trouser, `` to get rid of the odour ! ``

Aeishwarya laughed and elbowed him, `` Does n't the masseur need a bath too ? ``

'' Yes, he does. ``

'' So get your own bath. I am not sharing. '' She pushed him out of the shower.

She took a cold bath to calm herself. She had barely managed not to touch herself in the shower.

When Krishna came out Aeishwarya was already lying stomach down on the bed in the sleeping room. She had a towel covering her backside.

'' Towel ? ``

'' Of course. This is n't Bangkok, is it ? '' she suppressed her laugh at his erect cock. She enjoyed knowing how operose she could get him.

He was naked with a raging hard on and here she was playing secret plan. He spanked her towel drape ass `` All set ? ``

'' Eagerly set. ``

Krishna got a feeding bottle of baby oil.

'' Do n't you need to wear something ? I would n't want anything except the oil on my skin. '' She lightly tapped his swollen cockhead.

He stood over her and snatched the towel and tied it around his waist. He admired her. Taking a deep breath he held her metrical foot in his hands.

First he started massaging her colloidal solution. As he massaged her ankle he kissed her soles.

'' The massage includes kisses ? '' Aeishwarya asked

'' No, but the masseur is pretty dirty ''

Aeishwarya giggled and Krishna kissed her ankle while massaging her sura followed by her thigh. Then he went for her crushed vertebral column. He started kissing from the base of her spine. He kissed upward public treasury he reached her hair. He inhaled the smell of her hair. He started kneading her back.

'' Hhhmmmm '' she purred.

He massaged her articulatio humeri and kissed them. He took the bottleful of oil and squirted a large measure over her backrest and spread it.

'' Your hands are warm. '' She sighed as he relaxed her muscle knots.

He squirted more oil on her back and spread up to it her neck and then downwards on her calf. He slightly pushed his hands below, brushing her ass. Seeing no comments being made he her spread the fossil oil on her ass cheeks.

'' The masseur is too muddied '' she commented, `` just the way I prefer. ``

He kneaded her tail and slightly brushed her groin. Pouring more oil over her tiny little rosebud he clamped his thumb over it and tickled her pussy. She shuddered and moaned. He poured oil on her thighs and massaged her inner thigh, brushing her lower berth lips again and again. He grabbed both her paw and pulled them behind, lifting her torso. He felt his blood haste as he saw her magnificent boob hang. He turned her over and poured oil over her venter. His fingers lightly touched the underside of her breasts. He took some Thomas More oil and massaged her knocker. She shifted in her place and arched her back pressing her chest in his hands. The dark brown nipple and wheatish skin shimmered as he played with her big breasts. He tweaked her teat and pulled them making her groan. As though her torso was hot-wired to her groin, she felt the cherubic pain grow there and her interior going haywire. He massaged her torso more, pressing her sides. He held her constrict waist and kissed her umbilicus. She squirmed and tried to hold close the mat. He spread Sir Thomas More oil on her inner thighs and again teased her for some more time.

Then he made her sit up and oiled her pilus, slightly pulling them, massaging her scalp and nape. He loved her pilus. Her hair could charge him at any given clip. And now it shimmered as he oiled it.

His tool was throbbing for rest period. There was a wet bit on the towel from the leaking precum. He wanted to engross his cock into her pussy and fuck her hard.

He felt her excitement getting to a lesser extent and continued oiling her hair. Done with the massage he scooped her up and took her to the exhibitioner. He held her from behind and kissed her neck.

She sighed as his proximity made her agitate again. She could finger his cock nestled between her ass. She started humping on it. As it touched her asshole she felt tremors through her soundbox. The precum was adding to the slickness of her already oily ass. He cupped her boob and mauled them. He pulled her nipples and twisted them. She squealed and clutched his ass with one handwriting pushing him more into her. With the other she tickled his hammer on the underside of the head.

'' piece of ass ! '' he gasped as she grasped it and turned. She started jerking him fast. Without abandon.

As she realized her was about to cum, she stopped and kissed him hard on the lips. She sucked his tongue and then invaded his rima oris with her tongue. As he calmed down a bit she again started jerking him. Knowing that Aeishwarya could do this all day, Krishna clutched her cervix and pulled her tit to his mouth. He sucked on them like a hungry babe.

Within minute Aeishwarya could not take in it anymore. `` Fuck me now ! '' she ordered.

Krishna complied without any delay. He entered her slit from behind and started pounding away. She placed one bridge player on the paries and pushed back into him. He slowed as he almost reached his orgasm, but Aeishwarya was not there yet.

'' Play with your tit. '' he told her.

Aeishwarya 's fingers quickly found her mamilla and started twisting and pulling them. Krishna 's putz was mashing her interior. With each stroke she felt pleasure writhing through her body. She twisted her nipples harder wanting to strive an even higher level.

She felt her pussy explode as she came. Breathing became difficult for her. Krishna also came as her cunt gripped his tool in an iron grip. He could sense her cum gushing around his stopcock and she felt his hot cum spattering inside her. Wave upon Wave of pleasure rocked her dead body. Her entire body pulsated outwards from her pussy.

Krishna shuddered and his knees gave away. He held her and they slowly slid down to the flooring. They sat there like that for some clip and then took a sluggish hot bath.

Krishna stared at her after they had dried themselves.

'' You look beautiful. '' He said.

Aeishwarya giggled and replied, `` I am not making dinner tonight. ``

'' Why ? ``

'' I thought the massage included a dinner party. '' She smirked .