Turant main Chandni taraf bhaaga aur uski madat ki. Jab main paise utha raha tha tab dekha ki Chandni ka stan kuch zyaadi hi dikh raha tha aur woh tha...ki…Woh kuch pal jo maine Chandni ke saath bitaaye uska kamra aane tak, meri khushi main shabdo me bayaan nahi kar sakta! Pure raaste mein mere kaan uski meethi baate sun rahe the. Par meri nazar uski khuli chhati par thi. Hare kapde mein lipte uske do gore anmol ratan is kadar ek-dosrese ragad rahe the ki yar kya bataon.Uski har saans se chhati. I wished I could see her eyes. She whispered in my ear:“Look down.”I looked down, to see the lesbian magazine amid her stockings and knickers.“Open it.”I opened the magazine, gasping. I had never seen hardcore porn before. There were women and girls sucking nipples, fingering, tribbing, toying, using tongues on each other’s cunts and assholes. As I slowly turned the pages I noticed her wet mound rubbing harder against my ass. Then her hands slowly reached round and slid up over the PVC dress to. She lost track of time and of the music – hearing only the thud of her heart and it’s excited rhythm and feeling only the beat of his pulse as his body melted with hers. His head lowered and his mouth began a journey across her breasts which had at some point defied gravity and sprang from the confines of her corset becoming fully exposed, nipples erect and begging for attention……attention which Bob readily gave to them. Kaci clutched at his head and breathed deeply trying to steady herself. Shelby had made a show of letting Clay and the neighbor see her swallow before loudly demanding more.Shelby hadn’t been a prude in high school or college. She’d lost her virginity in her junior year of high school. There were at least eight different men in and out of her bed during her five years at the University. She’d always enjoyed porn and reading books about sex, but no one had ever rocked her world like Clay. While Shelby wouldn’t say it out loud, she considered her husband as a sexual.