We continue to kiss, our orgasms over, you stay on top of me. We grind against each other, your full weight over me. I love the pressure it causes me ...gainst the bed. You stay there for the longest time, kissing me until you move off. You draw a finger from my neck, between my breasts, over my slim belly before finding its way to my clit. You begin to rub it softly, as I move my hips with your easy touch. I moan through the touches, knowing you’re going make me have to cum again if you keep. Seeing me she asked “where is my mom?” I swallowed and told “in her room’. I couldn’t recognize my own tone. She suddenly hugged me and kissed me and then entered into the house. I was in an odd situation and thought what is going to be happened then. I was sure that Bhabi was lying in nude and Borsha saw her at that condition and clearly understood all.I followed Borsha, without making sound Borsha entered her Mom’s room. When she disappeared I reached at the door and peeped through the the. He pauses and looks into my eyes with his evil smile “Do you want me to continue?”. “Yes” I breathe. “You haven’t had enough?” he asks. “Kiss me deeply” I answer as I let my knees fall slowly to the sides revealing my waiting pussy. Just his breath now of my outer lips as they begin to swell and part even more than they already have to invite his touch. But he withholds his touch and teases me with his hot breath until I whimper "please". Slowly, and so softly, his tongue now probes my swollen. ’ She took away the cup from my hand and placed it on the table.‘Have you tasted your cum before?’‘No, mom please I would do that.’‘You want to know how cum tasted like?’‘Emm…’‘Salty, thick and kind of smell you know. It’s like outdated yogurt milk with added salt. I kind of start loving it. How’s your tube? Is it full?’‘Yes, but not now mom.’‘I want it.’ The straight statement struck me and leaves me no choice but to agree. She continued; ‘Because I want it, I will take it out from you. Less.