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

'' And sweaty. And soiled '' Aeishwarya added as she took out her tank top to shew her shameful bra and stood ripe under the air conditioning. They had been cleaning the patio garden since the morning.

Krishna held her from behind and whispered into her ear, `` tutelage to conjoin for a bathtub ? '' His medal slithered on her sweaty abdomen.

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

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

'' Our massage and bath package include a BASIC bathtub first. '' He removed her trouser, `` to get rid of the smell ! ``

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 bathroom 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 Krung Thep, is it ? '' she suppressed her laughter at his erect stopcock. She enjoyed knowing how hard she could get him.

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

'' Eagerly set. ``

Krishna got a nursing bottle of baby oil.

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

He stood over her and snatched the towel and tied it around his waistline. He admired her. Taking a mystifying breathing place he held her feet in his hands.

first he started massaging her soles. As he massaged her ankle he kissed her soles.

'' The massage includes buss ? '' Aeishwarya asked

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

Aeishwarya giggled and Krishna kissed her mortise joint while massaging her calves followed by her second joint. Then he went for her lower rachis. He started kissing from the base of her spikelet. 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 shoulders and kissed them. He took the bottleful of oil and squirted a large measure over her spine and bed covering it.

'' Your hands are warmly. '' She sighed as he relaxed her sinew knots.

He squirted more oil on her back and spread up to it her neck and then downwards on her calfskin. He slightly pushed his hands below, brushing her ass. Seeing no commentary being made he her spread the crude 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 inner second joint, brushing her downcast back talk again and again. He grabbed both her hands and pulled them behind, lifting her body. He felt his blood rushing as he saw her magnificent tit knack. He turned her over and stream oil over her stomach. His fingers lightly touched the underside of her white meat. He took some More oil and massaged her tit. She shifted in her plaza and arched her back pressing her chest in his hands. The dismal John Brown teat and wheatish skin shimmered as he played with her big chest. He tweaked her tit and pulled them making her groan. As though her body was hot-wired to her groin, she felt the sweet pain grow there and her interior going haywire. He massaged her torso more, pressing her incline. He held her narrow waist and kissed her umbilicus. She squirmed and tried to clutch the mat. He spread more than oil on her internal thigh and again teased her for some more time.

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

His dick was throbbing for relievo. There was a wet spot on the towel from the leaking precum. He wanted to plunge his rooster into her pussy and fuck her hard.

He felt her agitation getting less and continued oiling her whisker. Done with the massage he scooped her up and took her to the shower. He held her from behind and kissed her neck.

She sighed as his proximity made her activated again. She could find his dick nestled between her ass. She started humping on it. As it touched her shit she felt tremors through her body. The precum was adding to the slickness of her already oily ass. He cupped her breasts and mauled them. He pulled her nipples and twisted them. She squealed and clutched his ass with one hand pushing him more into her. With the other she tickled his turncock on the underside of the head.

'' screwing ! '' 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 backtalk 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 titty to his mouth. He sucked on them like a hungry babe.

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

Krishna complied without any postponement. He entered her pussy from behind and started pounding away. She placed one mitt 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 stopcock was mashing her interior. With each stroke she felt pleasure writhing through her body. She twisted her nipples harder wanting to achieve an even higher level.

She felt her pussy explode as she came. Breathing became difficult for her. Krishna also came as her kitty gripped his cock in an iron grip. He could find her cum gushing around his tool and she felt his hot cum splash inside her. Wave upon wave of delight rocked her body. Her total dead 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 fourth dimension and then took a tardily 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 .