.” it burst out absolutely involuntary. Probably I wouldn’t pay any attention to it, if it wouldn’t be for Iris’s reaction. – “Oooooo…�... – her pussy got wetter, and her legs shrank convulsively. – “Honey, do you really think it is possible.” – “Why not! Sure! …I want men to stare at you.” – I croaked indistinctly, understanding that this new to both of us game turns me on more. All the more, Iris was almost reaching her apogee after it. The answer to my assumption was a new hot portion of her. Tor ki komoooooreeeee jooooor sessh hoyeeeeee gelooooooo. Shala khankiiiiiir betaaaaaa chod chooood shala bhaloooooo koreeeee guntooooo guloooooo marrrrrrr.”Ami mamir moton pheda dhalar aage mami ke bollam, “ohhhhhh shaliiiiii chootmaraniiiiii lauraaaaa chudiiiiiiii mamiiiiii goooooo, amar pheda ei barr berubeeeeeeee, tumiiiiiii guuuuuuuuud taaaaaaa arooooooo khuuuuuule dhoooooorrrrooooo.” Aar emni korte korte ami aar mami amader banrar aar guuder jol bar kore dilam. Ami pheda dhalar. Reddy moved his hands on her waist as she moved her hips. Kavita now broke the kiss and pulled back. She looked towards the door, and she could clearly see me standing there.Kavita was still sitting on Reddy’s lap and looking at me. I had my mouth slightly open and didn’t give her any expression. As Reddy was about to turn towards me, Kavita held Reddy’s face by both her hands and placed her lips on his. I saw my lovely shy wife dominating a South Indian army man by her kiss.I could clearly. And she didn't let me down. She was standing there, waiting me like a goddess. She had obviously showered in the morning and her hair was almost shining in itself. She was wearing a dreamy bright red sheath dress, which was so tightly fit that it was practically a second skin. She was holding a huge white work apron in her hand that she obviously had taken off just seconds before I came into the room to make this sexually charged impression.Amanda's unusual fetish for aprons was nearly as.