. .. woh hus padi or fir unhone dhire se mere shirt ke button khole unhone upper ke do button kholke apne dono hath mere chati( chest ) main dal diyeh...or she was squeezing my chest and slowly hug me, fir maine apne sare button khol ke shir nikali or is doran wooh mujeh Gale pe hondho pe or chest pe pagalo ki ( Passionate ) kissing karni lagi yahan mera lundh dard karne laga tha pant main fase fase, or maine bhi aunty ka gown ke button ko kholdiyeh or unka gown niche kar diya …. I was in heaven. Plus, she was quickly running out of flying space. She had to make up her mind; go face-first into the frozen snow or headfirst into the hedge wall. She couldn’t even bank to make a slight turn.‘I should do her a favor,’ Béla thought, smiling wickedly at the idea that had just flashed into her head. She could pass on the favor her brother had done when she had been in similar straits. She closed her eyes and concentrated on her sister’s location, then grabbed her sister with her mind and. The next few minutes are fast, she is taking off clothes, I'm doing the same, each of us needing to be naked with our flesh pressed close. We get naked and I mount her on the bed. I'm already hard and wanting to insert but I know that I need to take time because I have wanted this for a really long time. I slow the pace of things. "Relax," I tell her. Then we start kissing again, but this time, she is kissing my neck and sucking on it and I'm doing the same to her, hoping that my tongue will. He just licked and slapped alternating fleeting pain with pleasure until I almost passed out. Eventually he tired of abusing me and I was aware he had left only to return moments later and pour cold liquid all over me. I was next aware of fingers sliding all across me, in and out of my pussy and ass with no rhythm that I could follow. He became more persistent putting 2 and 3 fingers into me pulling against both tight holes and occasionally slapping across my oversensitive skin. I was just an.