My bhabhi always pressurize me not to live in hostel since they are living in the same city. She also forced her husband not to allow me to live there... But I was adamant since I thought that I should not be a burden and disturb their personnel life. On one night at about 11.30 pm when I was trying to sleep after study, I heard some noise from the adjoining room and after a few minutes my bhabhi who is approx. 29 years of age figure about 38 – 32 – 42 came in my room and lye on the cot nearby. I. Madhan holds her waist hard and fickles her nipple and sucking her pussy at the same time. She was enjoying it. I had an orgasm, and pussy was badly wet. The mirror was fallen from my hand, and I did finger and moaned. But Shreya’s moans were heavier, and it’s high time for me to clean my pussy.I adjusted my saree and moved into the washroom. My tighs were sticky. I cleaned myself and came out of the washroom. Still, I hear her moans, but the bedroom door was almost all closed. I can’t see them. Marisa walked her back to the service area to wait for her car. Brooke's ears burned from the blush caused from the fear every man on the premises knew what happened. They didn't but the wait for her vehicle dragged on forever in her mind. When she was handed her keys she opened her bag to pay before remembering it was free for her; almost. She went to the salon and redeemed the coupon Marisa had given her. As her pussy was painfully made baby smooth she wrapped her mind around the predicament. Fighting for control was not easy, but I managed to keep my head. I was about to say something when he swooped in with a kiss and caught me off guard. He took full advantage of my open mouth with his tongue. My body seemed to slowly melt and I could not think. His tongue touched mine and my knees gave out. Kaden increased the passion of the kiss, pushing me roughly up against my car. I held onto him like my life depended on it, my hands desperately clutching the soft cloth of his shirt. Parts.