She said “ye kya ka rahe ho bhaiya ji” I said” talashi, chal apni shirt or skirt utaar” she said” nahi…main nahi utaarungi…” I said �...ok main fir police ko bulata hun…woh jab tujhe thaane mein nanga rakhhenge tab pata chalega” she was afraid now and said “theek hai per main haath nahi lagane dungi” I said “ok” Then she started unbuttoning her shirt and removes her skirt also. My goodness!! Her figure was amazing like Hindi film actress amisha Patel. she was now in bra and panty [both black. I might have some earth-shattering move to bust out. Drive the world’s top scoring threat mad with lust. But I don’t. Sasha’s taffy pink tongue snakes out and runs along the bridge of my nose. “Salty sweet,” she hums. My hands move awkwardly up her slick sides to the edges of her sports bra, inducing a string of giggles that tighten her hardened abs. “You’re still thinking too much. You don’t need your brain to fuck,” she explains as she pulls the pink constricting material off before. The view of the anus made me very turned on. I even didn’t have to move - her vagina was pulsing and bringing me huge amount of pleasure.My wife was moaning thankfully. She squeezed my cock with her hand right at the base to regulate the length of it coming inside. Soon it was fully in, all 7 inches…I embraced my wife. One hand was fondling her nipple while the other was stroking her vulva lips and the nub of the clit. She moved her pelvis slowly towards me and then back. I was on the verge. He took them into the bathroom, undressed and started pulling them up his legs. He loved the feel of the nylon against his skin making him even harder.He suddenly had a thought and decided he wanted to wrap a stocking round his cock while he pleasured himself. He went back into her bedroom and found another pair of aunty’s stockings. He went back into the bathroom and standing in front of the mirror tied one of the stockings under his balls and over the top of his cock. Michael loved the feel.