Mere to poore maze the ab. Di ne mujhe upper kheecha ar mujhe kiss karti rahi poore 10 min. Tak. Uske baad mera lund pakda ar apne muh me daal liya. M...i to seedhe saatve aasmaan me pahuch gaya tha. Vo mera lund apne muh me leke ander bahar karne lagi, uske muh ki garmi se mai 10 min. Me jhad gaya uske muh me, ar usne saara paani pi liya mera. Me: di, ab kaisa taste laga?Di: ab to itna meetha laga ki puch mat. Mujhe har roz yh paani pilana, ar mai tujhe apna paani pilaungi. Ar phir hum dono kiss. The beauty of it. I also had a pocket light torch with me that I took out of the bag. I turned this on as I perved looking deep into the depths of Helen’s fanny. I said out loud: “Mmmmm fucking hell, Helen, the insides of you, you’re pink wet horny juicy aroused cunt, the best, so sexy, just so fucking beautiful, I can’t get enough of looking inside you, I want to be your gynaecologist and I want to fill you with my cum!”. Helen, did not reply, just laid there in a very embarrassed. I stayed where I was because Jules has her own key; she comes and goes as she pleases. After another few minutes, I heard the Bose being turned on, and the sound of the kettle boiling. My living space was large and open, with light oak floors and genuine Afghan carpets, a large leather suite and a light oak refectory table, and chairs that divided the kitchen from the rest of the room. I shifted position in bed and got comfortable again, then slid away to a light sleep. After thirty minutes or. I moaned again as I realised your intention. Your hands gently pushed my thighs apart as you leaned into me, planting a kiss on my shaven mound. Your eyes on mine, you inhaled deeply, a slow sexy smile spreading across your face. I had to avert my eyes, feeling the hot blush spreading across my face. You chuckled then, turning your attention back to me as you lowered your head and ran your tongue along my pussy. Finding my clit you started to lick, flicking at me with your tongue. I moaned as I.