Even while we were fucking he would roughly position me and throw me around the bed using hand fulls of hair, and a focused intense look on his face! ...When we were both ‘spent’ and I managed to regain some composure of the complete quivering mess that was my naked body, I dressed and went back downstairs. Usually this is understandably the end of such things, due to time restraints and energy levels, so imagine my surprise when reaching for my boots to leave I was greeted with the phrase. Occasionally, he would stop and plant soft kisses upon her upper thighs that quivered from his touch.Santa couldn't help but return to her pussy, using his tongue to spread apart her lips and delve his rough fleshy tongue between. He could feel the soft ridges of her interior walls as his tongue guided it's way through the deep, dark, wet cavern.He used it to explore the inside of her womanhood, rolling his tongue around to the slurping and wet droplets of juice that trickled down the walls of. When I returned with an armload, she had comforters and pillows all laid out before the fireplace, waiting. I smiled and lit the fire without a hitch. Then we settled in and waited for the heat. She snuggled close to me as we stared into the flames.We drank some more wine, talked into the night, and dozed off in the blankets. I awoke suddenly and it was still dark outside. I looked down to see that Heather had backed into me, snuggled up in my arms. We were quite warm from the fire and she felt. I was over excited so despite her instructions I stood behind her, and pressed my already hard cock against her ass, nestling it between her ass cheeks from over her sari. She pressed her hips backwards and rotated them a bit as she continued working. It was like fucking her from over her clothes.After finishing her job in kitchen she held my arms, leading me to her bedroom said, “Lets go to the bedroom and see what you can do for your Bhabi.”As we entered room I made no attempt to hide my.