Rupa

I don’t rush. In the Greater Kailash room I sit on the edge of the bed in my saree and let you come to me. Most men like the way I look up, a little shy at first. Then you start talking — telling me what you’re going to do, how you’re going to bend me, how my husband doesn’t fuck me like this — and I get wet fast. I like the words. I like when you say them while you pull the saree up and touch me. Once you bend me over I stop being quiet. I moan in that soft Bengali accent, pushing back, telling you it feels too good, that I shouldn’t be letting you do this. I like it deep and steady from behind. You can pull my hair, spank me, keep talking. I cum hard when you do, clenching around you, whispering that I want you to finish inside. Most men lose it right there. I stay bent over afterwards, letting it drip, still half in the saree, breathing hard. Only after I’ve fixed my clothes and you’ve softened do we talk about the amount. If the thought of a real Bengali housewife escort in Greater Kailash getting wet from your dirty talk, then letting you bend her over and cum inside, already has you thrusting harder in my ass, send the hotel. I’ll come ready to be spoiled.