I kept hearing them out. I could hear more giggles and slowly I could hear light moans and groans. I couldn't stop myself and squeezed my balls. They were heavy and my cock was super hard. I pinched and pressed the tip of my cock and held it tight. So that I dont cum under her window.

I peeped inside again. That old man was half naked and auntie had her pallu off. Her blouse slid wider. Her saree up until her pelvis. His fingers soon trailed within her saree making her whimper. His hands went in and out. Sometimes pressing Sometimes circling. It was obvious she was enjoying it all.

My cock throbbed and precum oozed out like gel. I squeezed and jerked my shaft. I started yanking off soon. As she whimpered more his hands moved faster. My hands got quicker. She moaned in pleasure and her lower body started to shudder. My body jolted and I cummed in outdoor. Under her window.

She kept moaning and panting so did I. I cummed ropes after ropes within my shorts. With my hands squeezing my balls and jerking off my shaft. She had a good session. But I couldn't stand there more in that state. I rushed back home and just heard her moan again and again and laugh off like a slut.

A cum slut. That was my opinion about her that day. I was obliviously disappointed for no reason. It was her life, her pleasure. Her body. Who was I to comment? And why I felt that way, I never understood.