Ab wo meri chest par kisses karne lagi thi uski tongue to jaise muj par jaadu bikherne lagi..Usne mera ek nipple apne lips k bich mein leke aise such ...iya meri to jaise jaan hi nikal gyi…. Mein bola aaaahhhh jaannFir maine use alag kiya or uski sorts b utar di.. Usne niche b black panty pehni thi.. Mein bola kya baat hai aaj to black beauty bani hui ho.. Wo sharma gyi..Maine bra k upar se uska ek boob apne muh mein bhr liya or jor jor se suck karne laga wo jor jor se moan karne lagiMaine ek hi. “Looks like that’s pretty clean. Now I’ll just clean your asshole on the outside” she said. The thought didn’t scare me. After being penetrated and maybe even liking it, having her rub my asshole should be a walk in the park. And maybe even a fun one. With a soapy hand the rubbed my asshole thoroughly clean. She rinsed me off with the showerhead back on the hose. She opened the glass doors and stepped out of the shower. I followed right after her and we both dried our bodies in a couple of. She was so perfect that when he tried to ask her a few questions he looked like a schoolboy who had his first crush on the most popular girl in school. She was blonde and had the most seductive eyes and lips of any woman he had ever seen. Her body was a perfect specimen of an adult woman not some young bebopper. He tried his best to be professional but all he could think about was taking her in his arms and kissing her right there right then. As she talked to him he forced himself to look away. She was so well endowed that sometimes you wondered if she was real. Taller than me, at close to six feet, this delight had generous D cup breasts, a tiny waist, and gorgeous hips. My personal envy was her butt and legs that always looked wonderful with the three-inch stilettos she favored.Today, she was perfectly made up in high style makeup. She was an artist with her looks and her talents. Her hair was piled high on her head with curled tendrils hanging down. She had wondrous eyes that had a.