Mausi ke bola kya hua?Mene kaha coffee shorts mein gir gayi, phir woh jaldi jaldi ice lene gayi (shorts jeans ki thi isliye mujhe kuch nahi hua). Woh ...ake mujhe boli jaldi shorts utaro ice lagalo. Mene bola mujhe sharm aa rahi hain aap dusre room mein jaye main karta hoon.Unhone bola sharmao mat kuch ho jaega toh aur mera shorts khud nikal diya, mausi phir mere lund mein ice lagane lagi. Unka soft hand se mere lund mein touch hone se toh mujhe current jesa lag gaya. Thodi der baad woh boli tu. Sitting up slowly she looked down,pulling her skirt up she jumped in shock, her knickers were soaked and covering them were woodlice, crawling on the dampness, she knocked them off falling between her legs, sitting there in disbalief she watched as they crawled towards her, she felt her juices flow, one was on her leg at the edge of her knickers, she pulled them over, exposing her sweet opening, her heart racing, wondering what would happen next. It kept crawling onto her slit, she could feel. Christelle was like a caged tiger. He worked to undo the buttons of her top so he could slide his hand inside and under her bra. ‘Yes! Yes!’ she cried. He caressed the beautiful shape of her tit before squeezing and stretching her nipple. ‘That’s it,’ she encouraged before sliding her tongue around the edge of his ear, tracing the ridges and grooves inside it. ‘I’m so hot for you,’ she moaned as she slid her hand inside his shirt, caressing his chest. Suddenly their passion was interrupted by. She arched her back, pushing into his hand, spreading her legs to give more access as her hands worked to unbutton his pants, then reaching down his shorts, finding him growing and getting harder as she gently caressed his shaft.A soft moan escaped from her as he moved his mouth to her neck, kissing, nibbling, and sucking.His fingers found their way under her panties, wiggling between her folds feeling her wetness, feeling her desire for him.Her hands were pulling his pants down. He sat up and.