"I saw your face when you got on, and now your hair is gleaming even in this dingy light."She felt herself blushing, even now as the morning sun slant...d through her windows. Her knees rose up and her heels dug into the mattress as she raised her ass in the air just to feel the play of interconnected muscle and sinew, from her ass down through her thighs and calves.Her left hand clamped over her right breast while the right slid down her skin – I am my own Silk Road, she sighed - until the tips. Se haahaaaaaaaaa hmmmmmm ki awazein aane lagi phir mein ne un ki shalwar utari or phir peticot or chaddi bhi otar di ……………….. ab wo mere saamne pori nangi leti thi or mein un ki choot mein unglian kar raha tha or nipple per munh rakh kar chooos raha tha wo seskarian le rahi thi Hmmmm Ahhhhhh Shahz tum Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm waqai mein boht acha sex karte ho phir unhooon ne mujhe peeche kiya or kaha ke ye kiya bemani hai khud ko bhi en kapdoon se azad karo mein ne bhi kameez utari or phir jab. That was unfamiliar territory for me, but I was unable to resist or, truly, even form a coherent thought at this point.Unconsciously, my hands had moved around to her head. I looked down and saw my dark fingers buried in her blonde tresses. I had taken some measure of control; she readily surrendered it. My grip in her hair tightened and I began to push myself onto her face, willing her lips and tongue to push harder, to treat me rougher, to sink deeper into me. And she complied.I felt a finger. My small ivory white hands caressed his beautiful body as we stood under the warm shower. His massive cock was pressed up against mine as I felt my pathetic erection begging to grow. I grabbed my body wash and lathered up my sponge, then pressed it up against his strong chest. The white suds covered his dark skin as I caressed and stroked it back and forth, scrubbing his sexy body. As I made my way down to his waist, he let me touch his long hanging cock. My hand wrapped around his thick.