I slipped forwards to let Tushar stick his long tongue in my butthole.Me: Ohhhh yesssss! Watch these dogs Shambhu. Look how they worship your sexy wif.... Ahhhhh! just like that, you dogs, worship your mistress with your tongue.Shambhu removed his pyjamas and began to stroke his hard dick. His eyes were sparkling with cuckold pleasure, and I was delighted to see his mixed feelings, that of passion and jealousy.I removed my t-shirt and began to pinch my nipples to express the intense pleasure that. Main attraction is her ass.I did not see her pussy, so no description. Totally a “Tamilnattu naatu katta”Coming to the story…..Ours is an own duplex house, where i have my own room in the second floor. So i have my full privacy. My parents don’t care about the things i do. Peeking or Voyeurism is my favorite habit. I can do that all day long.I’ve seen cleavage, side boobs, navel of many woman and i fantasize seeing that.Especially i love older woman than young girls coz they are way more. She gasped at the intensity, and stepped back. He stepped in and closed the door behind him, still looking at her. She managed to look away, and turned to get her shoes and her purse. ‘I need to talk to you.’ She froze. She was sure he could hear her heart slamming in her chest. Inhale. Exhale. He didn’t believe in any deity, but still prayed that he could do this. ‘Sure. What’s up?’ She tried to sound lighthearted. She turned, and looked at him again. He was looking into her soul. He said. On top of his head is deep, first red hair that has a single multi-colored feather lodged in it. Quite a stark contrast to the pale winterish white that colors the skin of his face. His eyes, a piercing, ice cold blue complete a stern look. Around his neck is a black leather choker, secured tightly with a padlock that has no visible unlocking mechanism.He wears a black leather trenchcoat that conseals most of his body, and a pair of uncomfortable-looking tarnished silver greaves upon his legs..