. a digital scale showing the number “201”. Down 2 pounds from last week, and, more important, down 28 pounds in the last three months.“Close!�... I texted back. Her first goal was to get below 200 pounds. Her big remaining vice was Starbucks coffee, although she had cut back from three a day to one a day ... well ... most days, only one. I had promised her a gift card when she got below 200.I checked the clock. 5:30. The nice thing about the hotel where I usually stayed for these trips, aside. It was fascinating for me to see her watching there in presence of a milk plant along with her branded tiny milk containers.After sometimes as it is traditional in villages to go to sleep early in the evening all of members of family moved to sleep; and me as well. In the courtyard of the house beds were adjusted but it was very difficult for me to sleep with the images of fuckable shakila baji. My penis was hard like an iron rod. I laid on bed with half hearted attempt to sleep. But to no. She was in tears. I pushed my both hands under her chest and started to squeeze her juicy breasts, which were secreting milk. I was biting her cheeks and pumping her ass nice and steady. She stopped crying in few minutes. Another five minutes, I asked her to turn around. I pulled her both legs up in the air and shoved my prick in her ass. I pushed my middle finger in her pussy and started to fuck her both in her pussy and ass. I eventually shoved my two fingers in her pussy and fucked her like. After changing positions a few times we ended up doing a deep missionary (my fave). I started my ‘jackhammer’ position and she went crazy. Her thick thighs were all the way back to her head, leaving nothing my fat cock and her delicious pussy – relentlessly pounding away driving her nuts! I knew I wouldn’t last much longer. Her loud moans and soaking wet pussy made me delirious! At one point she started clawing at my chest and grabbing on my black ass, pulling me DEEPER inside her delicious.