“What are you doing here?”That was when Brian got down on one knee. The entire room gasped, along with Rita, who immediately burst into tears.“R...t-Rita,” Brian was trying to say. “I have loved you for...”“A thousand years,” she finished for him, tears streaming down her face. She looked around the Floor and explained, “It’s our song.”I felt my throat close up, not because I found this whole thing particularly cute, but because I loved Rita, and I knew that this was one of the biggest moments of. I still remember, it was the bigger and in shaped boobs I ever met. I insisted her to remove her top. She agreed and I removed the top. Her black bra has forced me to give a good pleasure to her boobs. I removed her bra; I took her pink nipples and squeezed it by my lips. It was awesome man, I loved it. She was too high and aroused. She is shouting my name. AAAAAAhhhhhhhhh Rishav eat my boobs. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. In the mean time I slowly started unhooking her. We tried all possible poses and added spice to our sex life by making love in new and strange places. I also got a vibrating dildo from Germany which I used to put into her chut. It excited me to see that lund shaped dildo fuck my wife’s wet pussy. I used to imagine that another man is fucking her. When we stayed in Delhi last year, we had a house with a garden. Our gardener was also our chowkidar (watchman). He was young 25 years old Nepali called Balu. I noticed that he used to stare at my. I reached my hand down toward her.She grabbed it and I pulled her up to me. We were both still hot and fairly sweaty. I held on to her waist with both hands. She seemed steady at that point.As I looked down, I saw that her breasts were glistening with sweat. I had barely touched them all night and I could not hold back any longer.I rubbed her left breast gently and then gave it a little squeeze. I rubbed my thumb around her nipple in a circular motion. I dropped to my knees. I leaned in and.