Tum sampurn stri ho…jo sirf ek ache mrd ko hi psnd aati he…Chachi – jaise ki tumWo – hmmmmItne main usne meri chachi ki saree ko unki kmr se a...ag krke .ek kone main phenk diya ,tbhi chachi ne apni hath peeche le jakr apni blouse ki hook khol di.aur tbhi usne meri chachi ki peticoat ki rassi ko khol diya jisse ki meri chachi ki peticoat zameen main gir.chachi panty nhi pehenti thi.unki yoni pe hlke hlke baal the wo boht shrma gyi unhone apni hatho se apni yoni chupane lgii.phir usne meri chachi. We were sitting with our other ‘friends’. I put that in quotations because I just didn’t feel like part of the crowd. The people at the tables were mostly girls, except one other guy, but he was gay. So yeah, that’s a thing. The other girls were Mary, Susan, Becka, and Rachel.“Omg! Mike is just so sweet.” Melissa gushed again.“Yeah, I think we got it the first dozen times.” Becka said, rolling her eyes.“Hey, let her be happy.” I said. “At least someone at this table can be.” I added under by. She more or less kicked the trousers off herself before putting up a good effort trying to keep her pink cotton panties on. To no avail. Pete and Tony was sitting across her body, slowing her down as they had managed to pull her t-shirt off. They had trouble finding out how to unlock the bra but their efforts were rewarded. By then I had pulled her panties down and my natural instincts was to get in between her legs. Her bra flew through the air as my trembling and itching cock was bouncing. The guilt is already slipping through the cracks, dripping into my consciousness, and I push on her head again. Her throat constricts around my engorged dick, her hand wrapped around the base, and I keep her there for a moment. I don't want to suffocate her, but it feels so fucking good. She pushes on my thigh, and I finally release her, hearing her gasp and slurp around my cock. I give her a moment to clean up the extra saliva on my piece, then push on her blonde head again. She's the one who.