Her legs bent and spread between us so we can reach het feet. She isnt normally flexable but shes bent to whatever we need to touch her. Shes moaning ...ightly enjoying the touch. I cant see him on the other side but he looks like her rubbing her foot on his crouch and hes even breathing more heavily. I cant tell if he is making a move. Im done guessing though. I reach my free hand over to her chest above her pull up top and reach down to grab her tit. She doesnt even flinch when i use my wrist. 00 bajhe ab mai aunty ka naa mlaye kar muth marana lage tabhi achanka mujhe aaaahhhhh kae awaz suna diyeMai gabra gaye mai samjha ka main pc nahi off kiye utakare light on kara dekha tha vo off tha awaz aunty ka room sa aaye rahe tha mai chup chap door kula aur andhar agaye aunty koi pata nahi chala zero ka light on tha aunty par thara nightgown nikale diye tha aur vo nangi thi aur ankho bandha kara apne chuth mai ungli kara rahethe main dekna laga todhi der baad mujhe badrasat nahi hoye main. I kicked off my shoes and shrugged out of my shirt, and she slowly kissed her way down my dry chest. She reached my trousers and carried on kissing, sucking in the wetness and dribbling it to the floor. She kissed down my left leg and up the right, then unbuttoned my trousers. “Mmm, what sexy underwear you have” she said. I stepped out of my trousers. The wet silk panties clung to my dick, which was three-quarters erect and sticking out the right hand side. One of my balls was also poking out. But, she would never tell me to stop. I mounted her face one day, and used her mouth like a pussy, and I fucked it good and deep (I have pictures of parts of this). She sputtered and spit around my rather thick cock (six and a quarter inches long, but five and three quarters inches around) as I pummeled her thick lips. She had great, dick sucking lips that stretched over my cock as she pulled away on the out-stroke. Her glasses kept getting bounced up her forehead, into her hair. She kept.