The whole place looks sparkling clean, as if they have renovated just recently. I walk over to the window and pull back the curtains to look outside. ...y room is on the third floor, and the building across the street blocks my view of the park beyond, but the hustle and bustle down on Fifth Avenue is every bit as interesting. The Big Apple is cramped and dirty and noisy, but it has a sort of infectious energy to it.I dump my motorcycling gear on the queen-sized bed, freshen up a little in the. Provoking me to touch. I could see her nipples clearly. My cock had fully hardened. “Is it possible, Aunty? I would love to fuck you! Touch my lund(cock),” I used Hindi word just as she had done for her pussy. I placed my hand on her shoulders and slipped her kurti off by pulling it to one side making her milkwihte breats naked. Her dark brown nipple was just a few inches away from my lips. I couldn’t stop myself anymore. I moved forward and kissed her nipple gently. I pushed her nipple in my. Her aroused nipples rubbed against his perspiring chest as he took up her rhythm. Back and forth they rocked. She drew her knees up, then lifted her feet completely off the bed. She waved her feet in the air while their bodies grew accustomed to each other's hot strokes. Then she bowed her legs outward and dug her heels into his muscular buttocks. Her hands still rested on each side of her vagina, mashed between her grinding pelvis and his, her palms pressed against her hot inner thighs, her. She knew that they wouldn't provide any cover and any car driving down the road would be able to see her plainly.On the ground, Ruth found a cushion. The leather wrapped girl pushed on her shoulder and Ruth's knees made contact with the cushion. She wondered why they were allowing her this level of comfort. It was appreciated, but unexpected.While Ruth remained still, the girl slipped a blindfold over her eyes. Then she felt the cold steel around her wrists and heard the clicks as a set of.