I always used to get attracted towards hairy and chubby uncles with a thick mustache but never had guts to approach anyone.It happened after meeting a... awesome and good looking manly uncle in the business class lounge of Chennai airport, who was around 50 years old with a thick moustache. He was 5.5 height, 90+ kg weight hairy chest guy with brown skin looked like perfect South Indian manly stud. From the very first glance, I was so attracted towards him and I couldn’t take my eyes off him. I. It was a big frame, but I could see her face as my body rocked her ass. Fucking her ass pushed me to slap her ass again, but instead of an angry responds, Pinky said slap it again. So I got into fucking her and then slapping her ass. Pinky was telling me to make her ass red, that she wanted me to in a sense beat her fat ass. That added to my desire in fucking her. It added the idea to cum so hard into her ass, maybe having her beg me not to fuck her ass so hard. The moment was caught up when I. She hadn’t missed the glance Clarissa had tossed at her shoulder. One. “I know,” Clarissa said. “But it was good pizza, wasn’t it?” “Real good. I’ve never been to that place before.” “My dad’s friend owns it,” Clarissa explained. “I’ve been there like a million times.” Two, Summer counted. This time, Clarissa’s eyes had landed on her bra strap for a second or two. “I’m gonna have to go there sometime,” Summer said. “It’s much better when it’s not delivered, too.” Three. Summer screwed up her. We had arrived at the falls after walking most of the night, reaching the top just as the lightline began to glow into dawn. The higher elevation of the upper summerland plains dropped precipitously here, falling into a striated red and orange canyon biome visible below us through churning mist, the river twisting blue and serpentine between walls of engineered rock beyond under a thin veil of cloud. Clinging to the edge of the plains system above the waterfall, a conclave of small forested.