I had travelled far to the north of Mumbai crossing Manori Creek into Uttan and then headed to the coast, a journey of less than 40km but in the madness we call the roads could often take 2 hours. As with his partner, he fucked in a frenzied speed wanting to impregnate me as quickly as possible. As I felt the warmth tickle my skin I couldn’t help but touch, picturing a lover in my mind as I closed my eyes and gently rolled each nipple in turn before sending my fingers lower in search of my slit. Then with a final tug the first dog dismounted and some of his seed overflowed from my pussy and onto my sari below. Leaving the water, I spread my red sari like a blanket under me and laid on the sun letting its rays caress me and dry me. It had been so long since I had felt a real cock inside me rather than the plastic or glass of a bottle I orgasmed and flooded making his passage
