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She felt very shy and blushed uncontrollably hearing this. Somewhere in her mind she visualised herself wearing such clothes while watching actresses on TV. But never in her wildest dreams she imagined this to really happen. She could already feel his hard cock against her voluptuous butt cheeks.
She herself wriggled her butt harder against his erection giving him the signal. Deepak was quick to slip his hands under her t-shirt and cup her massive tits from over her bra. He sucked on her earlobe and said “sweetheart how about I fuck you right now with your clothes on”?
She whispered “who is stopping you Deepak. Show me what you have in mind”. He lowered her jeans and panties to her knees and bent her towards the mirror. He pushed his cock in her pussy while still standing giving her the hard pounding she always desired.
Looking at her own reflection in the mirror with Deepak pounding her from behind gave her a new and different kind of thrill. This was the first time she was watching herself while getting fucked hard. Within minutes she experienced an intense orgasm making her collapse forward.
But this time Deepak was quick to hug her from behind till she recovered. He said “I can see that you really enjoyed these new clothes sweetheart”. She looked at him thru the mirror and shyly nodded yes with a naughty smile while she nudged her butt against his cock.
Deepak said “very good darling, now how about we try the shirt and skirt and see if you enjoy that too the same way” followed by a wink again while looking thru the mirror. She covered her face with her hands due to shyness hearing this.
Deepak pulled out and ate her pussy till he had slurped it till the last drop. Then he removed her clothes and dressed her up again in a knee length skirt and shirt. Again he stood behind her while facing the mirror. He said “wow Sabitri, look at yourself. You can easily put majority of the city women to shame if you stepped out now”.
She exclaimed “please stop it Deepak, the jeans were still okay because it fully covered my legs. Now my lower legs are so exposed that I am feeling practically naked”. He was quick to say “well darling, if you have sexy beautiful fleshy legs then why not show if off? Maybe you should wear even shorter skirts so you can show off your sexy thighs too”.
She remembered that Asif had said the exact same thing. She said “this is nonsense Deepak, my legs are fat plump and ugly looking”. He kissed the length of her neck and said “darling what if I said that your fleshy legs are more enticing and alluring? Most importantly why do you have to compare yourself with others”?
She was about to say something when he interrupted her and said “Why not be proud of what you have darling because I love you for that. Now let me show you the beauty of this dress”. He took her to the living room and sat on the sofa. He pulled her by her waist seating her on his lap.