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

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

Krishna held her from fanny and whispered into her ear, `` Care to conjoin for a bath ? '' His palm tree 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 bundle include a canonical bathroom first. '' He removed her trouser, `` to get rid of the smell ! ``

Aeishwarya laughed and elbowed him, `` Does n't the masseur need a bathing tub 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 chamber. She had a towel covering her backside.

'' Towel ? ``

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

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

'' Eagerly set. ``

Krishna got a bottle of baby oil.

'' Do n't you need to bust something ? I would n't require 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 waistline. He admired her. Taking a deep breath 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 candy kiss ? '' Aeishwarya asked

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

Aeishwarya giggled and Krishna kissed her ankles while massaging her calves followed by her thighs. Then he went for her grim spinal column. He started kissing from the base of her spur. He kissed upward trough he reached her hair. He inhaled the smell of her hair. He started kneading her back.

'' Hhhmmmm '' she purred.

He massaged her shoulder and kissed them. He took the bottle of oil and squirted a large measure over her back and spread it.

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

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

'' The masseur is too sordid '' 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 pollex over it and tickled her pussy. She shuddered and moaned. He poured oil on her thighs and massaged her inner thighs, brushing her lower backtalk again and again. He grabbed both her hands and pulled them behind, lifting her body. He felt his stemma rushing as he saw her magnificent titty hang. He turned her over and poured oil over her tummy. His finger's breadth lightly touched the underside of her bosom. He took some more oil and massaged her breasts. She shifted in her place and arched her back pressing her breasts in his hands. The obscure John Brown nipples and wheatish skin shimmered as he played with her big breasts. He tweaked her nipples and pulled them making her moan. As though her trunk was hot-wired to her groin, she felt the sweet pain grow there and her insides going haywire. He massaged her torso more, pressing her sides. He held her specialise shank and kissed her navel. She squirmed and tried to hold close the mat. He spread more oil on her inner thigh 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 hair could commove him at any given time. And now it shimmered as he oiled it.

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

He felt her excitement getting less and continued oiling her hair. Done with the massage he scooped her up and took her to the shower. He held her from rear end and kissed her neck.

She sighed as his proximity made her worked up again. She could feel his cock nestled between her ass. She started humping on it. As it touched her motherfucker she felt earth tremor through her torso. The precum was adding to the slipperiness of her already oily ass. He cupped her knocker and mauled them. He pulled her nipples and twisted them. She squealed and clutched his ass with one deal 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 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 neck and pulled her knocker to his oral fissure. He sucked on them like a hungry babe.

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

Krishna complied without any holdup. He entered her pussycat from behind and started pounding away. She placed one 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 mammilla. '' he told her.

Aeishwarya 's fingers quickly found her teat and started twisting and pulling them. Krishna 's cock was mashing her inside. With each CVA she felt pleasure writhing through her body. She twisted her nipples harder wanting to reach an even in high spirits level.

She felt her pussy explode as she came. Breathing became difficult for her. Krishna also came as her puss gripped his shaft in an iron grip. He could experience her cum gushing around his cock and she felt his hot cum splash inside her. Wave upon wave of pleasure rocked her physical structure. Her entire body pulsated outwards from her pussy.

Krishna shuddered and his articulatio genus gave away. He held her and they slowly slid down to the level. They sat there like that for some time and then took a boring 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 party tonight. ``

'' Why ? ``

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