She looked a mess. Her hair was matted with sweat and her skin blotched from rough handling. Her upper chest and breasts were crimson. Her pussy was r...dder still.I stood still, just looking at her. She brushed away some tendrils stuck to her cheek with her fingers. She self-consciously brought her legs together. She moved her arm across her tits."I mean, did you pee?" "No. I didn't pee, it wasn't urine." Well what was it? I never saw a woman get so wet before." I climbed onto the bed next to. She rested her dinner plate sized hand on his thigh, her furry fingers roaming tantalizingly close to his groin.“See? There’s room,” Kofe chuckled as she took a sip of her water. The glass was tiny in her massive hand, even his largest pint glass was scarcely the size of a soda can to her.“You weren’t joking about the living space,” she said as she looked around the apartment, “this really is pokey. You should come and live with me, there’s plenty of room.”“Move in with you!?” Miller exclaimed,. So nowComing back to the real life story. Soni aunty along with one of herDaughter renu was also there at the picture hall. She was wearing aLovely navy blue printed salwar suit which was sleeveless that dayAnd her exposed milky white arms were exposed which gave my cock aTwitch i gasped on seeing my dream women there, suddenly my lady luckFavored me that day some of the friends of renu were also there andShe only saw me standing there. She didn’t know that time that sheWas offering a prasad to. Her body and face would be on full display for quite a few hours of such sex; there would be no way to hide from the possibility of being recognized by some people. Moreover, Di had a natural modesty that told her that sex should be reserved for her fiancee or at least a boyfriend, if she were not engaged. But Di was engaged, and that was part of the problem. All that her fiancee knew was that she did nude modeling. She didn’t think that he would approve of her doing actual sex videos, even if.