I can see the dark red night that my wife used to wear and so I thought it was my wife cleaning the table. I was assured that this is my only chance b...fore everyone wakes up and we get busy. I also knew that my father in law will be sitting right outside my room reading newspaper early morning, so I have to be very quiet.I slowly got out of the bed and tip toed towards my wife. I quickly put one arm on her stomach and the other arm on her mouth. She was taken aback by this and started. Ami jore kore ekta thap dilam. Ek dhakkai amar dhoner mathata dhukiye dilam guder vetore. Shonge shonge Maloti kepe uthe bollo “uuuhhhhhh aaahhhhh ki motka dhon go baba!!! Amar bodhata ajke faitta jaibo mone hoi. Taratari bari koren,bair koren… Aaahh maago.” Dhonta ber korte thiki bollo kintu odike amar komorta joriye dhore chepe rakhlo or dike. Ami bujhlam maagi valo khela janey. Amio or kothai kaan na diye dilam arekta thaap. Eibarer thaape ordhekta dhon maagir bodhai dhuke gelo. Ki gorom. Your finger starts spreading your own lips and running them up and down. Your hand moves back and in slide one, two, three fingers. In and out, in and out, faster and faster until you groan. Then you move to your swollen clit. You open your lips and let me see it clearly. Your finger grazes it, lightly, but I could see it quiver. Your finger unable to control itself starts to rub and circle as your breath quickens. Your moans start slow but soon they are continuous. Just before your orgasm you. Marcel slides his ample man-meat into her. They fit snugly, perfectly in union for a moment. He holds her thighs in his hands and looks down at into her green eyes, creating a pause in the storm. Crysta closes her lashes in a silent plea to hurry. Marcel strokes.Bliss.He continues, happily picking up the pace. Sliding his member in and out of her soft folds. Soon, he's hammering into her slit and the room is alive with his grunts, her softer tones and the wet sound of their flesh meeting..