Mundare sabubele bada sindur aau baba zarda paan khaiki nali lips ku dekhile ohhh tike khali. Mo banda sabubele bou katha bhabiki paint bhitare deunth...aei. Ratire soila pare bou ku dekhe. Dine dine jangha pakharu sadhi ku side kari bou ra balua bia aau nangala jangha ku dekhiki banda ku muthei dhare. Dine semiti dekhu dekhu tike khali garam heiki touch kari delije bou uthiki gali dele aau ragiki soipadile. Mu muthi mariki soipadili.Dinakara katha. Mu gharaku pherithili. Sanja belaku bou sahit. I am five foot tall, weigh about 98 pounds and have a nice figure as men tell me this all the time. I dress classy. I was in another State with my husband on a business trip. He was at a late meeting and I went shopping. It is raining and I stopped at this cute womens clothing store, no one else was there. The man behind the counter told me that they close at six, it is now five thirty. I told him fine and started looking around.This man was very attractive, in his early twenties and muscular.. I grabbed her pussy and started rubbing it although she was wearing all her clothes she could feel the sensation inside her pussy and started to scream out loud I pressed her boobs real hard I made her cum once again on her clothes itself and then I asked her to suck my dick and she said she won’t but I was way too horny to listen a no so I slapped her on her face real hard and told her that either suck or I will beat the hell out of you.She scarily started sucking then I hold the back of her. I was ringing it like a determined Jehovah’s witness. My breathing gathered pace and my free hand groped my left breast. In my thoughts Lancelot was working me over as if I was a backstreet whore. He pulled at my hair, and whispered his devilish intentions. In between moaning and groaning, I called out his name while I continued to flick my naughty bean. I could smell him, taste his skin, feel his every touch. My heart raced and pumped lust through my veins, causing my finger to turn my clit.