She had worn a maharashtrianKasta saree, exposing her fat belly, navel, and also a nose ring (likeMaharashtrian women). There was a knock on the door....Raveena said,”Yes come in.” it was jaidev shinde, the producer. Raveena said,”Shindeji aap.” shinde said,” may i come in.” raveena said,” haanZaroor . Please come in.” jaidev shinde gave her a bouquet ofFlowers.raveena said,” iski kyaa zarrorat thi?” shinde said,” aap phirSe ek nayi shuruaat kar rahi hai toh good luck ke liye. Achchi haiNaa.”. "Yesss!" she screamed. Then: "How?" You just pick out a song on that thingy over there," explained Cunt Lustly. "It's a big singing box, you know. Then you just dance, honey. You should totally be a natural at it."So Fredi teetered over to the jukebox shaking her ass about.She peered into the machine. Her lovely arching eyebrows frowned in thought. Then she aimlessly poked her long nailed fingers at the various buttons.Nothing happened. She giggled.Seeing her distress, Cunt went over. She. It's a nice and fat six inches that has never caused any complaint other than aching jaws... Hers was as fat as mine, but at least two inches longer. I reached into a storage niche and pulled out a couple of condoms and some lube asking her if she wanted to have a go at some butt loving. She told me that she preferred to top, and I said 'Fine by me.' I laid back on the bed and spread 'em, she bent and started sucking me again, while she was busy rubbering up. Then she changed position, and. Up and down, up and down.Her attention was caught by a hand on the inside of her leg. It moved up slowly, sliding under her skirt and towards her crotch. As it caressed the inside of her thigh her heart began to beat faster and her pussy got wetter. She knew her legs were slightly apart, helping access to her private parts, but she couldn't bring herself to close them. She felt the hand slide up and over her thong. She could feel the fingers at the top of her slit, caressing her clit through.