It was slow and glorious torture. “Oh God, that feels so good. More please,” I encouraged. He said nothing, but obliged me by sinking his single...finger inside of me, moving slowly in and out. This was better, but still not enough. “More,” I demanded. He laughed a bit, low so I couldn’t hear him very well. He obviously didn’t want me to know who he was. At this point, I am not so sure it is my husband. The scent from the shirt is slowly making its way to my brain. The shirt smells delicious,. Maine uski bra khol di aur bade bade boobs lekar choosne laga, main usle left boob ko choos raha tha aur right vaale ko halke halke se daba raha tha. vo bas moan kar rahi thi- ‘ummmm aahhh .fir maine uski panty bhi utaar di. uski chut bilkul cleanshaved thi aur pink colour ki bohot sundar lag rahi thi.maine uski choot par haath phera to vo sisak uthi .phir maine uske boobs chode aur apne poore kabde utaar diye.mera 6″ ka lund bahar aagaya ayrvo use ghoor ghoor kar dekhne lagi.fir maine usse. The living room was totally bare and the kitchenonly contained a table and single chair, except for an old refrigerator andstove. However, there had never been nor probably never would be anyhouse guests. He walked to his bedroom, which only contained a small bed andcloset. Here he quickly undressed, Hanging up his suit fooled by his tie andshoes. His underwear were thrown into a hamper by the door.Naked, he walked back out into the kitchen and opened the door leading to thebasement. The stairs. I was enjoying her facial reaction and also her thighs. After some movement I reached her hip. Now her saree was lifted up to her ass and her wet panty was visible.On my request she lifted her hip and I removed her saree and inner coat with little struggle. She was only in her wet panty. She was looking absolutely like sex god. My erection reached at its height and I also got some pre-cum. Now I rubbed her pussy walls over her panty and massaged it and simultaneously crushed her melons. Her.