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

'' And sweaty. And dirty '' Aeishwarya added as she took out her tank top to testify her black bra and stood right under the air conditioning. They had been cleaning the terrace garden since the morning.

Krishna held her from behind and whispered into her ear, `` Care to join for a Bath ? '' His decoration slithered on her sweaty abdomen.

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

'' Not enough ? Then how about a massage before the bath ? '' grinning he took her bridge player and led her to one of the showers.

'' Our massage and bathroom package include a staple bath first. '' He removed her trousers, `` 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 bathtub 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 bedroom. She had a towel covering her backside.

'' Towel ? ``

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

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

'' Eagerly set. ``

Krishna got a bottle of baby oil.

'' Do n't you need to don 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 mystifying intimation he held her feet in his hands.

outset he started massaging her soles. As he massaged her articulatio talocruralis he kissed her soles.

'' The massage includes kisses ? '' Aeishwarya asked

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

Aeishwarya giggled and Krishna kissed her mortise joint while massaging her calves followed by her second joint. Then he went for her small rachis. He started kissing from the base of operations of her spine. He kissed upward till he reached her hair. He inhaled the smell of her hair. He started kneading her back.

'' Hhhmmmm '' she purred.

He massaged her shoulders and kissed them. He took the bottle of oil and squirted a large quantity over her dorsum and spreadhead it.

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

He squirted Sir Thomas More oil on her spine and spread up to it her neck and then downwards on her calfskin. He slightly pushed his custody below, brushing her ass. Seeing no input being made he her spread the oils on her ass cheeks.

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

He kneaded her backside 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 intimate thigh, brushing her lower sassing again and again. He grabbed both her work force and pulled them behind, lifting her trunk. He felt his blood haste as he saw her magnificent chest hang. He turned her over and poured oil over her tummy. His fingers lightly touched the underside of her breasts. He took some more oil and massaged her bosom. She shifted in her home and arched her back pressing her chest in his manus. The nighttime browned nipples and wheatish skin shimmered as he played with her big breasts. He tweaked her pap and pulled them making her moan. As though her consistency was hot-wired to her groin, she felt the sweet pain grow there and her interior going haywire. He massaged her trunk more, pressing her side. He held her constringe waistline and kissed her navel. She squirmed and tried to clutch the mat. He spread to a greater extent oil on her inner second joint and again teased her for some more time.

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

His cock was throbbing for sculptural relief. There was a wet patch on the towel from the leaking precum. He wanted to plunge his cock into her pussy and fuck her hard.

He felt her exhilaration getting LE 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 excited again. She could feel his cock nestled between her ass. She started humping on it. As it touched her prick she felt microseism through her dead body. The precum was adding to the slickness of her already oily ass. He cupped her bosom and mauled them. He pulled her teat and twisted them. She squealed and clutched his ass with one script pushing him more into her. With the other she tickled his tool on the underside of the head.

'' Fuck ! '' 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 mouth. She sucked his knife and then invaded his mouth with her knife. As he calmed down a bit she again started jerking him. Knowing that Aeishwarya could do this all day, Krishna clutched her neck and pulled her breasts to his mouth. He sucked on them like a hungry babe.

Within minutes Aeishwarya could not demand it anymore. `` Fuck me now ! '' she ordered.

Krishna complied without any time lag. He entered her puss from behind and started pounding away. She placed one helping hand on the wall and pushed back into him. He slowed as he almost reached his orgasm, but Aeishwarya was not there yet.

'' play with your nipples. '' he told her.

Aeishwarya 's fingers quickly found her nipples and started twisting and pulling them. Krishna 's pecker was mashing her interior. With each shot she felt joy writhing through her body. She twisted her nipple harder wanting to progress to an even higher level.

She felt her kitty-cat explode as she came. Breathing became difficult for her. Krishna also came as her pussy gripped his shaft in an iron suitcase. He could feel her cum gushing around his rooster and she felt his hot cum splash inside her. Wave upon wave of pleasure rocked her body. Her entire organic structure pulsated outwards from her pussy.

Krishna shuddered and his genu gave away. He held her and they slowly slid down to the floor. They sat there like that for some time and then took a slow 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. '' She smirked .