A friend on the forum mentioned that a Bengali TV serial actress was in Mumbai and in need of some quick cash. He asked if I was interested, and I thought it would be a great opportunity to meet a non-professional, so I agreed. She was staying in the western part of the city, which was convenient for me. I found the place easily, and as I entered, she greeted me with a warm smile. She was dressed in a printed one-piece frock, showing off her nice-sized breasts and a curvy figure. In person, she looked about 70% of what her old pictures had suggested, but she was still quite beautiful with lively eyes, lovely lips, and no makeup.
After freshening up in the bathroom, I came back to find her in just a towel. We sat on the bed and began to chat, sipping on the Red Bulls I had brought. She shared her story and other details to make me feel at ease. As we talked, I casually placed my hand on her milky thighs, which were shapely and smooth. I ran my fingers through her hair, enjoying the moment. She then asked, "Shall I dim the lights?" I agreed, and as soon as the lights were low, she pinned me against the wall and started kissing me. Her breasts felt full and firm beneath the frock.
When she took off her dress, two beautiful, round melons popped into view, her nipples erect. I couldn’t resist putting my mouth on them, thoroughly enjoying myself. Her figure had a bit of a tummy, but no stretch marks, and her navel was particularly inviting. She began stroking me, though it was clear she wasn’t very experienced, doing it in a somewhat clumsy but charmingly unpractised way.
I slid my hand down to her smooth, clean-shaven pussy and tried to slip a finger inside, but she was tight. She suggested using oil to help, so I asked her to bring some. After applying it and putting on protection, I told her to come on top. She tried, but couldn’t go very deep. She then said, “Try from behind.” She guided me as I entered, but it was clear this fortress had been well-guarded; she joked that her previous boyfriend was a bit of a 'nulla,' and we both laughed.
Switching to missionary, I placed a pillow beneath her hips for a better angle, but still didn’t reach the depth I wanted. Finally, I took her legs over my shoulders and slowly pressed forward. With some effort, I eventually reached the spot and picked up the pace. It was definitely worth it.
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