Within a few seconds, she too climaxed, clasping me with her legs and hands, as if she wants my entire body to unite with her. As she hit a wave of climaxes, I could feel the contractions of her cunt wall, squeezing and releasing, squeezing out even the last drop of my cum. It was a unique experience for me.
As her climax drained her out, her whole body soon became limp, heavy as lead. I carried her to bed and laid her there. My prick slid out of her vagina, along with cocktail of our juices. She remained motionless, in a trance as if she was gang-raped for hours. When we became sober, she wore her dress back, came near me and hugged me.
I felt she was happy as if she had lived her dream, of making love to object of her fascination. I responded by giving her a warm embrace, still not sure if she will start repenting afterwards. But I was wrong. She coyly indicated that she wanted to see those (xxx) pics one day. I kissed her and squeezed her boob indulgently, looking forward to the next opportunity to fuck her.
We had become sex-partners. Both of us wanted to live our sex fantasies, without disturbing our families. In my next submission, I will tell you our escapades that continued for next two years, till I became obsessed with her gaand. Happy screwing!