Borivali ane tak wo mere hath or Lund par hath ghumari rahi or me uski T-shirt me hath dal kar uske nipple khichne laga. Borivali aane hi wala tha or ...o kehne lagi ‘mujhe bhi ana he or abhi k abhi meri sex icha ko pura karna he!’ Mujhse raha nahi ja raha tha Me bhi maan gaya or use apne sarhe company guest house par le jane ka plan kiya, par Sneha k sath office bhi jana tha. Ab mene ek bahana nikala or Sneha ko kaha k mein mere friend k ghar ja kar ata hu jo kandivali me he. Or Sneha ko office. Now." I stood up immediately and spun around. He pushed on my back and I fell onto the couch once again. He didn't spank me though. He ran one finger down the slit of my wet cunt. I shivered and moaned. I wanted him so badly, it was painful. He did it again but stopped at my soaking entrance. He slid his finger into my cunt, slowly. Too slowly. I began to push back onto him until he suddenly slapped my ass. Slap! "Be patient, Kitten." I knew he could tell I was pouting but I don't think he. Don't cum in me... oh fuck... oh that feels good." Her legs would be wrapped around my waist, pulling me deeper even as she half-heartedly objected. When she felt the heat of my orgasm, it would trigger her own. I imagine her pussy clenching around me. Her mouth would be hanging open, eyes closed tightly, moaning in pleasure. Her cunt would contract around my cock, milking the cum out of me. Only after she caught her breath would she question me: "I thought you were going to pull out?" She. "Mmmmm," she moaned as she tasted the sweet head, which was coated with his cum and her pussy juice from their earlier fuck. She sucked until she could only taste his cock. She loved the taste, but she wanted his cum ... she wanted to swallow her son's sweet juices. Her stroking hand began to move faster. Up and down she moved as she sucked just the head. She could hear John moaning quietly and could feel his hips twitch with pleasure. She wanted it to last, but she wanted his cum more. Her.