Mujh se bil kul bhi control na hua aur main ne usse jaldi se donohaathon se pakda aur sofe par lita diya aur usse passionately mun parkissing karne la...a. Us ne kuch bhi na kaha aur main garam ho gaya.Usse fremch kisses keen. Mera lund to bas full hard tha. Main ne shirtpant peheni hui thi. Usse mun par bohat kiss kiya us ke mamme to shirtpar bhi thode thode nazar aa rahe the. Wo bhi garam ho gae aur merikissing usse aur garam karti gae us ne sofa sakht pakad liya aur mujhekarne diya jo main. Her eyes were opening and closing, her head shaking from side to side in a movement that would not have looked out of place in an erotic poem and then, all of a sudden, she controlled her outward emotions with precision.Tomorrow started chanting. I was fucking her hard at this point, frantically pushing my cock inside her with only one outcome on my mind and out of her mouth spewed poetry. I looked over at Melissa only to see her thrumming at her clit and thrusting her pussy upwards to. Knowing this, and quite obviously for my benefit, she wore some skin tight shorts and a fairly tight top. She looked really hot in them. I too was dressed in some shorts that were snug fitting around my cock and balls in anticipation of just seeing how far she wanted the crotch watching to go. I was half erect just thinking about her reaction. She didn't disappoint me. She looked right at my cock several times, making me get even harder. One time after staring at my cock she looked up and our. But I had to get back as roads were closed due to a storm. I managed to get back and as I opened the front door with my key, I heard some noise coming from our bedroom upstairs.”What a shock I got when I opened the door. Oh God, I saw his friend Narayan in panjagajam (traditional Indian sarong), but his cock sticking out and a madisar mami (traditional lady)showing her back was giving him a blow job.Both were engrossed in the act and Narayan had his eyes closed and moaning, “Nee nanna.