She is opposite of my wife, I mean look wise. She is 5 feet tall, curvy, dusky complexion, and huge melons. We used to call her “Nariyeli” which i... basically “coconut” in Gujarati because of her juicy hanging big boobs.They were big and she knew that and she used to have that naughty vibe about her curves, hot and booblicious. She got married a while ago like I guess, may be 5 years before mine and we were in touch on WhatsApp, once a year call and occasional chats but nothing more.Nothing ever. She was screaming and I was fucking her at full speed she was.Shanti: slowly slowly ahh.. hhhhh .hhhh ahhh. Hhhhh. Oh .. oh…. You will tear my cunt apart oh … ohh…. Hoooooooo ahhhh..hhhh.h.h.h.h..hI fucked her with all my might. Juices started to flow from her cunt. It was all over my lund and due to that there was a noise coming along with my every thrust .pooch..poch ..pooch. I was enjoying the noise and was fucking her and at the same time I was also pressing her big boobs her nipples had. There was not doubt that she was close to orgasm. It was a face I remembered well from years of licking her pussy, staring at her face despite her attempts to hide under a pillow. Suddenly, Beths eyes popped open. Megan was beginning to squirm, clearly done with her meal. Beth quickly pulled her hand out from under the blanket, bringing Megan up to her shoulder. I was awarded with a brief but intoxicating view of Beths swollen breast, with her large, brown nipple that was fully extended from. “Relaxed enough yet?” she asked. I chuckled to myself and looked over at her innocent face which had just driven me to ecstasy. “Yeah” I said, “I’m as relaxed as I’ve ever been”. As we arrived, we held hands and sat down waiting for Zoe. Kylie and I playfully teased one another as we sat. It wasn’t long before Zoe spotted us and yelled my name from across the food court. As we looked up we both saw her strutting over. Zoe looked amazing, her white tank top revealed her swollen breasts and her.