I watch its deliberate retreat in astonishment until it is a speck on the bleak horizon. It is a moment or two before I am aware of a tugging sensatio... just below my belly. I glance down to see the sweater unravelling rapidly at the hem. Following the string with my gaze as it forms a taut line to the horizon, thrumming slightly in the wind. My sweater is disappearing before my eyes… I am alarmed to feel the cold air on my bare belly, but can only watch, dumfounded, as all of my careful. She just came and sat in the car and asked me to take her some dhaba outskirts of Hyderabad.I was aww struck by looking at her. While driving, I praised her you look so beautiful in the saree. She told me that, I really didn’t expect the athletic body of yours. I have read the story but I thought must be fake. But you have good muscle. I said thank you and we reached Dhaba. When she got down, I sensed that she wore saree below her navel deliberately. Bcoz she knows that I like navel part in. I was biting my lower lip and my fingernails were digging into his tight butt cheeks, as I pulled him deeper into my wet cunt with each of his driving thrusts. His long, hard ebony cock had been pounding me for the last hour and there was no sign of finishing yet. I was not complaining about my good luck…I had really been turned on his hot body and his huge, black cock from the first sight…He was now fucking me in a real wild way, but I just could not get enough of his long black cock. I. But ... My parents. If they catch me ... You saw what a close scrape we just had. If that was my dad instead of my mom, and he opened the door ... You'd better be able to move fast out that window."Alan chuckled again, smothering his fear with bravado. "You never cared about getting caught before. In fact, I remember that when I was here in your room before you practically seemed to relish the idea of your dad catching me. So why are you acting so different today?"She hemmed and hawed as her.