I had moved into Mumbai from Kerala and was staying in the nursing quarters provided by the hospital. Indian xxx I soon climaxed and my juices began spraying over Prashant’s face. Prashant was murmuring something in Marathi as he fucked me and I could hear Swati laughing. The husband and wife then spoke something in Marathi (which I did not understand) and from their conversation I concluded that they were planning to hire a taxi to reach Pune. She used her fingers to rub my clit through the fabric of my panties and she was quickening her rubs. He was so heavy and strong that I could not even move an inch on the seat. By the time the taxi reached the outskirts of Mumbai, we had introduced ourselves to each other. “Oradaiche nahi (Don’t shout)” Prashant cautioned me with a grim voice.
