Lag raha tha maano woh kitna expert ho sex karne mein.Main hairaan thi par sab kuch enjoy kar rahi thi. Usne meri panty pe haath fera woh already gili...ho chuki thi. Woh mujhe dekh ke hansa aur maine sharam apna muh chupa liya. Usne mere kaan mein aake kaha, “Bhabhi, I love you.” Aur mera haath chehre se hata ke kiss karne laga.Ab usne meri panty utaar di aur meri thighs pe kiss karne laga. Woh meri chut ke aas paas kiss kar raha tha aur daant se kaat raha tha. Meri chut aur gili ho rahi thi aur. That gushing was the closest we got to her "squirting" on my cock, but not even a porn-fantasy mindset let me imagine the torrent of my own pee flowing out of her was actually her squirting. Yes, it was certainly a forbidden and taboo act, but it wasn't the one I wantedHer pussy filled with my piss wasn't the type of amazing experience which kept both of us up fantasizing at night, so it didn't take long before I stopped pissing in her pussy. There were simply too many things we both liked. I came as he did, our family moans a chorus to the Gods that bless daughters whose birthright is borne for the pleasuring of their fathers, and in the morning, we met at the breakfast table, each pretending what the other did, never really happened.In the few months I had been there, I had blossomed as my body developed, my breasts, though small, were of sufficient shape and desirably, twin peaks adorned with cup-caked areola, typical for girls my age, hence my reluctance to wear a brassiere,. All her juices begin to flow down. I fingered to find the path where the holy pleasure is there. I steadied my self and inserted my dickhead inside. After struggling I inserted half of my dick. I slowly moved too and fro in a gentle motion. I got my momentum and started picking up my speed. After 5 minutes she had her orgasm. I spread her legs widely and began to fuck her in a missionary position. I made the complete insertion of my penis and I am just fucking her wilder.Faster ahhhhhhh mmmm.