I watched from the window beside my main door. It was a beggar lady. She was partially drenched in the light rain.She wanted to get some shelter. As a...l my nearby houses are located deep inside the compound boundary, she may have chosen my house. I felt pity and sympathy and rushed to open the gate. She was looking around 40 years old, mature woman, not dusky not fair, the typical Indian complexion.She was wearing a simple saree and blouse, which was not totally drenched. But there was no. Her pussy was moist, and became more moist as I licked, but still she made no sound, either of enjoyment or of protest, until finally I stopped and stood up, picking up her panties as I did. I tucked them partly into my pocket before putting my arms around her waist. By now it was so dark that I could barely make out her face. She let me take her into an embrace, putting her arms around me and resting her head on my shoulder. Then, finally, she spoke. Her voice contained both surprise and. He starts moving and me too raise my hips. He is pumpning me hard and faster and I am moaning softly and trying to moan as low as possible to avoid anyone coming to our pleasurble moments. I have caught tree root and holding tight. He is pumping hard and faster. I have widen my legs more, to get him inside, deeper and more deeper, touching my g-spot.He pumps deeper and deeper and making soft moans, “yes, take it inside…yyessss” He slows down and takes his dick out. Yet we are not finished.He. ”Cortez ended the call and fired off a message to the sexy, effeminate art ther****t he had spoken to on his way to work. He let the sepia-toned sissy know that he had come up with a plan. He asked if he could talk. A few moments later his phone rang.“What’s up, faggit,” he greeted the call er ardently.“Hey, daddy,” giggled Kenji.“How you doing?”“I’m well. And you?”“Better now.”“You’re so sweet,” the bubble butt girly man smiled.“Look! I came up with a plan to see you,” the dom shared.Kenji’s.