Jenny gasped, even as her hand wrestled with my cock, pumping it energetically until it stood proudly to attention. Groaning impatiently, I turned my ...ttention to her jeans. My fingers struggled with the stud until Jenny slapped them away and took over, effortlessly discarded them together with her panties. I kicked off my shoes and socks and then launched myself at her, almost injuring myself in the process as my cock ploughed into the duvet."Take your time, take your time," Jenny urged as she. It’s about me & a aunty who stayed in our building. I have always had a liking towards a bit older women’s. I will describe her, she must have been in her late 30s then , she was not very tall, always wore sarees only occasionally did she wear Punjabi suits, she was not very beautiful but was extremely horny, good facial features, her eyes & the look in them which said ” Have me if u can & have the guts too”. She had a nice ass & with a nicely wrapped saree on it, it was inviting. Her boobs. “I don’t want to die.I don’t want to die.”Before she can even react to what’s happening, her pants are unzipped and pulled down to her ankles.One of the creatures unzips her jacket and feels her up underneath her tank top, pulling it down to expose her breasts.She always felt self-conscious about her breast size, hers were a little smaller than her friends but they didn’t seem to mind.Right now none of that matters, she wishes that she never tried to retrieve her gun, maybe she would have made. We found a room that was gorgeous, decorated in hues of red and accented in dark wood. The bed was king size, enough room for a party and then some. He was chomping at the bit, but was obviously holding back. Im sure he wasnt expecting to be so fortunate, I was crawling on the bed, arching my back and letting gravity play with my breasts. On the bed, I sprawled out slowly and cheekily, tousling my hair and looking up at him. I was the definition of sex: red lips, lace, heels. Bring it on.