“Where…?” before she could complete her sentence, a pair of strong hands blinded her from behind. She could hear the door lock behind her. “Pl...ase, how long will you hide from me,” she begged.“Long enough to make you dripping wet,” His rough manly voice said. He moved her slowly towards the hand wash area with mirrors. Mumtaz placed her file on the granite base. He pulled out her head veil slowly from behind.He blindfolded her eyes by covering her face from just above her nose to the back of. I moved my fingers over and around my pussy lips, a deep tingling sensation had started and I longed to drive something into me. My hairbrush was on the nightstand, could I reach it without my brother noticing. He would surely feel it when I spread my legs, there wasn't enough room between us. He was facing away from me though, if I was careful not to touch him then maybe.Looking at him, debating whether to go for it or not, I can see he's shaking a little. It's not cold in here it's the middle. . yeah.. give it all in please.." I trying to talk. "OMG! yeah.. let me feel that hot and warm stick you have down there cuz." yeahhhh,,, i will... ohhhh! fuck! hmmm.." pal speaking in pleasure as he starting pushing in."ah! yeah,, keep going! yeah.. insert it all in please.." me begging.His whole 8 inch dick now inside my cold ass, and its like breaking the whole shit out of me like i wanna scream in pain yet it feels so hot and pleasurable..."wwwhoooh! whoooaaah! ahhhyahhhh! fuck me hard. She was a normal woman with dusky complexion and boobs that were huge and sagging. A typical neighborhood aunty. But looks didn’t matter for me because what I needed was her passion for some wild sex. You could never guess from her looks and think she might even be interested in BDSM. This is the truth. Many women have different passions but the societal pressure makes them bury it. So she invited me to her home that weekend and she was wearing just a nightie which her assets and anyone could.