Par mujh ko badd may pata chala kay wo sparm hay jo mard ko josh tanda karnay kay liye nikalti hay …us kay baad may thanda par gaya tha ..aunty nay ...abhi bhi mera lun nahi chora tha ..aur moo may liya hoa tha..aur meri sari sparm un kay moo say nikal rahi thi …phir unho nay meray lun ko zuban say saaf kiya aur zib band kar di ….aur us kay baad wo aapnay ghar chali gaye …phir sham kay time aai to meri tarf dekh kar sarma rahi thi ….may bhi un ko dosri nazroo say dekh raha tha….phir meray pass a. My breath was hard and shallow as every part of me joined the climb. I wished I had a dildo with me, anything to go inside me; I was desperate to be filled. In that moment Patrick lifted me, dripping wet out of the bath, turned me to face the wall, arms spread out to brace me, and entered me hard like the answer to my prayers. I needed him so urgently that I wasn’t even surprised he was there.What he did to me then wasn't making love, it was primitive fucking and exactly what I needed. His. Her vaginal spasms pulsing on my manhood and pushed our mixed love fluids out, covering her rosebud all the way down to the bed.After what felt like forever, 'I can't believe I'm still tight after months of stretching.' Her vagina had actually adjusted to accommodate my manhood perfectly. We both loved how my cock got wrapped up and gripped so tightly inside her warm love nest. 'Grandma, he is made to measure for you.' She giggled. 'Well then prove it.' That was all the encouragement I need.. I slide the condom on as I move back around to the other side of the car. Hooking your legs over the passenger seat and the parcel shelf I use my saliva soaked hands to wet down the condom before placing it at the entrance to your waiting arse. There is resistance as I push in, your arse is fighting me. A little more saliva, a little more pressure and a distracting pull on your cock do the trick. It slides in halfway, I pause for a moment getting used to the tightness as I tug on your cock..