Meine aanakani ki, aur sharmate hue masumiyat se bata diya ki mein nind mein haath paanv hilate rahta hun,aur, padhayee bhi kabhi kabhi der tak jag ke...karni padti hai. Sushila ne hanste hue kaha,mein koi chui mui toh hun nahi, aur haath paanv jyada hilaoge toh mere bhari bharkam sarir se daab dungi.Tino ko hi meine bazar se bhi chatpata khane ko laa kar diya aur charon mein hi baatein bhi hui, fir bhi raat ko sharmane ki acting karte hue late tak hall mein hi baith ke laptop pe padhne ki acting. From somewhere far away I heard Cindy's voice again."Eat me Robbie. Oh God, eat my cunt." Then she grabbed my head in her hands.I swallowed hard and took a deep breath. Cindy led my head downward. As I approached her pussy, I could smell her sweet scent. I recognized it from her panties. My cock throbbed in my shorts and I worried that I was going to climax. A second later, my lips touched her smooth and swollen sex lips. I was lost. Her pussy opened, spreading across my lips like a wet, juicy. She looked at the head and different options of water spray. She turned it to “massage,” an option that allows the water to come out in a solid stream but pulsating all the time. She turned the water up so that the pressure was at its peak and quickly placed it at her pussy, allowing her clit to feel the water pressure. Soon she was moaning and trying to get the all she could from her make shift penis. She sat on the shower floor, spread her legs with the massaging water flow beating against. The wind cooled his sweat soaked collar as the fingers of his hand embarked on an intimate search between Missy’s bare thighs. ‘I’m not in the mood, thank you,’ the woman bitterly complained. Moving his hand away forcefully, she turned to watch the passing buildings, anger at his strange behavior squeezing her jaw stiff. Ignoring her complaint, his rejected yet not thwarted fingers, suggestively traced the nape of her neck. ‘I’m always in the mood,’ Aaron admitted. ‘I believe that, you sick.