I want to watch your hands as you remove them from my body. I want to watch your eyes follow the garments as they fall to the floor and then come back...to meet mine. I want to see how much you want me.I want to reach out and touch your face and feel the heat from your skin under my fingertips. I want to trace the contour of your neck and then unbutton your shirt to slip it off your shoulders. I want your lips to cover mine savagely as your hands betray your lust by tangling my hair in your. Mein samajh gaya tha ki woh garam ho chuki hai. Maine samay barbaad na karte hue apne honton ko move kiya. Dheere dheere uski honton ko chumne laga. Kavi uske neeche lips ko kiss karta to kavi upar. Woh bhi dhere dheere apne honton ko move kar rahi thi. Mein kiss karte karte uski lower lips ke side me daanton se daba raha tha. Uski muhn “Aaahhh” siskariya nikal padti. Maine apne haath uske kandhe pe dala aur apni taraf khinch liya. Aur hair se khelte hue use smooch karta raha. Woh bhi ab saath. I looked back up at her, and she was snoring lightly.My cock was throbbing, I stood up and looked at her splayed form, legs spread wide open and pussy exposed. I remembered how her panties smelled and tasted and wanted a real taste. I looked down at her hairy bush and wondered if she would wake up if I went in for a taste. My heart was racing with excitement that I was literally shaking.I shook her very hard one last time and called her name as I watched her tits bounce and she started to snore. She wasn’t usually vocal in bed but she had cast her inhibitions aside. Ronnie had been the aggressor at first. He had seduced my wife in the bar while I sat helpless. He had led her up to our hotel room and lay beside her with his fingers inside her, teasing her needy pussy with a sensuous touch. Leslie’s demeanor abruptly changed. She was clearly not content to be a passive lover. She grabbed Ronnie and rolled him on top of her quivering body. ‘I need you inside me,’ Leslie demanded as she.