I did not waste a second and kissed her lips and immersed myself into it. We started to explore each other’s lips and tongue while my hands were hov...ring all over my hot neighbour’s soft body; her waist, boobs and back.Khyati’s breathing got heavier and then I just picked her up and took her to the couch and sat with her sitting on top of me facing me.We continued our passionate kissing. At the same time, I pushed my hands inside her salwar and started playing with her boobs and pinching her. Finding it, I rub just hard enough for her nectar to produce large amounts of creamy liquid. A bit to much for me to swallow at one time so some leaks out of my mouth and between her cheek's crack. Lubricating her rosebud for me, as I remove my hand from her pussy. Trembling and moving her head from side to side she arches her back and meets the rhythm of my trusts into her. Moans become louder, "Yes yes," emanate from her gorgeous mouth,Breathing irregular and rapid, with one last out burst. ‘These things have weight, Étienne. You may find them to be as stones around your young neck at some point.’ He sighed with a smile then, ‘But I suppose that I should be glad that you have agreed to leave Papa’s old anvil behind us.’ He reached over and picked up a long and scabbarded blade. ‘And what of this?’ he asked. ‘No one uses these things very much anymore. We use muskets and pistols and even the Indians use their fighting hatchets, their tomahawks, as they are called if they must. No. Within seconds her legs were wrapped around him as he hammered in and out of her. “Do you like this?” he whispered as he put his mouth near her ear. “Yes!” she responded in a voice that sounded like a whimper. “Do you want more?” he growled. “Oh god yes,” she managed. “Fuck me, Spencer. Oh god, just fuck me and don’t stop!” As he continued to hammer her he dropped his mouth to her left breast, sucked the nipple into his mouth and bit it hard enough to make her sink her fingernails into his.