”Woh apne ghutnaon par aake hum dono bhaiyon ke lund ko stoke karne lagi. Phir pehle mere lund ko apne moon mein liya aur palat kar kaha Pooja se. �...�Dekh Pooja, lund aisa moon mein lete hain.”Mera lund uske moon mein nahut accha laga, main uske moon ka maza leta raha ankein band karke. Woh dono ko chhosne lagi, jab aisa lagta ke mera lund jhadne wala hai to woh mera lund ko chod kar Satish ka lund sambhalti, phir jab woh grunt karne lagta to mere lund. Udhar Pooja pehle toh zara dar dar kar. .She was only one she can’t do anything… And I licked her pussy…Licking her pussy…Now we exchanged position… I was sucking her boobs..& kumar was licking her pussy…& when we are removing our shorts..She run out of pump house…& we caught her in open field…& I slapped her …She was crying…My frieng came & we make her sleep under tree it was nice place to fuck…We hold our dicks in hands & went near her & she was crying. & I tried to push my dick in aunty mouth… She didn’t open…So kumar now slapped. I wanted it so bad. I worked my way up to her knee on one leg, then switched to the other leg, and up to the knee. I continued passed the knee and into the inside of the thigh. I could see her breathing heavily and rapidly and her eyes were closed with a smile on her face. I massaged up to her skirt line, then switched to the other leg and worked up to the skirt line.I finally couldn't take it anymore. I had to have her. I was desperately trying to work up the courage to ask her. I was so. " The distinct voice of Johnny Cash faded, replaced by the thunderous intro to Metallica's "Enter Sandman."As if possessed by the thumping subwoofer, she pushed harder on the gas pedal. The grin on her face grew as the turbocharged car skimmed the curvy blacktop. She zoomed past a stand of naked white aspens as if the devil was in hot pursuit. Fallen leaves captured in the vortex created by the car chased after her like a yellow tornado. The roar of the throaty exhaust was barely audible over.