Swerving, he narrowly missed a group of gossiping teenagers.His new girl, Layla, threw her head back and squealed with a nervous laughter as she sat p...rched on the front of his bike. The curve of her apple-shaped bottom rested perfectly on the handlebars. Her long, electric red hair swayed in the breeze.Jealousy festered amongst the cliques of the new girls who wished Chris Warwick was making squeal with delight. Stretching her silky bare legs out in front of her she shrieked loud enough to let. She entered my room and repeated the same question. I was still silent and thinking of the beautiful melons and black arm pit hair and nude body of my mother, I saw half an hour ago. With little bit irritation, I replied that I have seen all the actions that were taking place before half an hour.On listening this, she stood like a wall. She was trembling in fear. I said you cheated Dad. I am waiting for Dad to disclose your true colour. She could not think what to do and what to say. She held. As my room was beside in terrace, I opened the room and went inside. She started washing clothes.Again she took her saree up and this time it was more. Her half thighs were visible. I saw her from my room window and stunned. Great view it was. My penis became rock hard and all dirty thoughts started coming to my mind. She was sitting and washing clothes and her boobs are just dancing. What a view. I started rubbing my penis. And thought I will stand in front of her and observe more. Changed. Even as his breeches fell away her smooth legs slid around his hips and hooked over his ass, and he gasped with pleasure as she took his length in one smooth, long thrust."Zoe,” he groaned, spreading his wings into a stall, feeling her weight drive her deeper onto his meat. One hand explored her at a time, the other arm helping support her. Each lazy beat of his wings propelled them upwards, thrusting him up into her. Havian kissed her fiercely, letting her taste his little sounds of pure.