Fir maine thora sa press kiya aapna lund onki gand pe or zindgi ke aasli maze the vo. Aaisa lag rha tha ki mai onki gand me ghusa hi rha hu lund aaisi...feel aa rhi thi fir aunty thora hili mai dar gya. Or vo uthi gyi meri phatt ke char vo uthi pani peeke aa gyi.Fir mai vaise hi leta hua tha ki mai so rha hu or mera haat maine onke bed ke upper fela rakha tha to vo aaye onhone mera haat hataya or leet gyi maine tabhi onpe haat rakh diya boobs ke pass onhone kuch nahi kaha onhe bhi lag rha hoga. He licks and sucks one nipple, the other he is kneading between his finger and thumb, he switches and is now sucking my other nipple. My chest is wet with his saliva and the cold night air cools my chest. The feeling is fantastic and erotic. He manages to push me back onto the bench and hikes up my skirt. This is what I have been waiting for all day, and I am so wet and ready. My body is yearning for him, his fingers, his cock, anything. He pulls my underwear aside and slides two of his. One beggar looked questioningly at her oustretched hand, still proffering her jacket. The other two had fixed their eyes upon Elaines statuesque frame. A dark grey crop top clung to her torso, exposing her elegant shoulders and a toned midriff. Her skirt, dancing in the breeze, suddenly felt too short for comfort. She made to reclaim her jacket, to turn and retreat, but she could only stand frozen. Her eyes widened as she noticed the scene depicted on the magazine. A pornstar was squatting on. I can't help it." I say."Sure you can."He kisses me, and my heart skips a beat. He cradles my head in one hand, caressing my cheek with his thumb."You’re beautiful, Sophie." he says.“I'm not."“Oh yes you are.”I clasp his head in my hands and draw him closer and we kiss again. Long minutes passed. The scent of his body, salty, makes my head spin. Before he has even touched me, I can feel a damp patch on my panties and feel my lust rearing up like an animal.Ghostlike fingers nibble the buttons of.