Oooolooo ooooo yaaaa yyyaaa chhudd gaaaaiii . Aaaah chodo . Aahhh . . Bada mota hai tooolll aaahhh . .Oopppoo yaaarrr . .Ooohhhooo . Mmmaaa .... . .Aaauccch aaaucchh ooohh oooooo yaaa ooo yaaa fuck me baby . .Aaaaahh . .Raj-bas aise hi jhuki raho . .Aaaaahh . .Aaaajjj bada maza de rahi ho . Deti raho . .Aaaaahhhh . .Reena-sab tumhara hai . .Jeee kare utni der . .Aaahhh maze lo mere yaaarrt . .Aaaahh . .Tumne to meri life badal di . Aaaaahhh . Mere raj . .Main tumhari. I helped her to move it up higher, and she understood at that point what I wanted her to do, when she reached the tip of my dick I heard her take a big gulp, she moved up higher and gently ran her fingers up and down my shaft “Oh My” she whispered “you are fucking huge” she said now giggling and blushing. I can tell she was not that afraid anymore, I turned her head to face me and embraced her again, her little hand grabbed my dick through the jeans, she kept on pressing it on moving up and. But what she lacked in cleanliness she made up for in the bedroom. Carol liked to play in the bedroom. She was a take charge kind of girl and hell I was having sex so who was I to complain. Carol taught me to lower my inhibitions and would always tell me if it felt good go with it, sex should be fun, exciting, and adventurous. We started our marriage just doing the normal missionary positions, then we went to doggie style, then Carol took over. Carol liked to play with my body. Carol taught me. Licking it around it and slowly swirling my tongue to finally meet the point of her nipple. My dick was rock hard by now, she saw this and grabbed it by the shaft and slowly but at increasing pace started to rub it up and down. “yes” I said “harder, do it harder” Her hand was an expert. She moved it just right. Fast and yet she kept me really horny all this time. She continued to make me feel like a man. Her hand was moving up my cock while I was playing wither he titties which looked.