After i started having sex with rakhi my life took an amaxing turn. I never knew indian women farted so much. My wife never farted while i was near her. None of my cousins did it eventhough they never had any issues with me farting. The first woman that gave me a real time experience of a woman's fart was my mother in law rakhi. Her middle aged hairy butt was perfect and similar to a latino bum. Her friend aneesha was a working woman. She was a thin woman with normal boobs and minimal butt cheeks. She loved being dominated by rakhi. They had fart fetishes since thier school days but could never enjoy it. Aneesha could fart but was never able to make a loud fart like rakhi could. She loved it when i used to fart in front of her or in her face while we had sex. She pooped more than me at any given time. Aneesha used to use the toilet and ask rakhi to flush it for her. Both the ladies were enjoying life and i was even more happy coz i finally found a woman who loved my only talent. Aneesha used to ask for my farts based on my diet. She never sniffed farts if i had milk or any diary product. She felt that my farta might smell lk hers if i do so. She only had a##l sex and never allowd me to fart after i filled her mouth. Do that to rakhi, i dont tke farts and jizss she still says.
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My hands responding, gripping her waist, drawing her into me, pressing her ample breasts into my chest; one hand slipping gently down and fondling her lovely arse, the other, sliding down her raised thigh, feeling the silkiness of her stockings then up her hip then back to her neck, stroking it and pulling her in deeper as we literally ate each other's faces off, till we finally had to come up for some air. When Belinda was relaxed she smiled again, and slowly moved her stocking clad feet back to my erection, slowly working up from my balls, first gently with the sole of each foot, slowly and gently up over my smooth balls and cock, flattening them against me, then adding a little more pressure each time, making me harder and harder with each stroke, then spreading her sexy toes feeling my balls between the big toe and the one next to it, massaging first my balls then my shaft.
By the second floor landing I had to stop her and guided my hand up her skirt and stroked the soft skin of her cheeks underneath and slid my fingers between her legs; running them over her lacy briefs, before pulling her in close to me for a deep sensual kiss. She kissed over my chest and down my stomach as she got into a kneeling position and started to feel up my arse, grabbing it between her soft hands and squeezing my cheeks before moving around to my belt buckle which she undid and quickly pulled the waistband apart exposing my naked hips and as she slid my trousers down.
She bent forward slightly pushing the cupped breast towards his face, his eyes almost popped out of his head as her nipple started to show; I took my chance & quickly looped the rope around his chest and the chair, pulling it tight and around him again, trapping his arms and chest . I looked him in the eye, he tried to avoid my gaze but was unable to with my knees either side of his head, slowly he started to work on my cock with his lips and tongue, cleaning her juices and my cum from it, his eyes welling with tears as he did.