Indian Femdom Stories

  I was sitting cross-legged on sofa and waiting for him. I was dressed like a typical North-Indian housewife. I had put sindoor on the forehead, long Manglasutra in neck, long earrings in ear, bangals in hand. I not put bra but directly a short blouse. I was watching his naked photos admiring him which I had clicked earlier. Instead of making me wait patiently, his photos were making me excited and restless. The door bell rang. I rushed towards door and opened it. Restlessly I pulled him on to me holding his T-shirt collar and enveloped my lips onto his. My arms crossed around his neck with firm grip. He was reluctant to kiss but he knew he cannot stop me. I tightened the grip around his neck and started biting his lips. My tongue rolled over his. My saliva drooled from my mouth to his. Due to my tight grip, and my tongue we felt suffocated but I could not stop. We were breathing each other. I tightened my left hand grip around his neck and moved my right hand into his trouser to ...