Finally I felt it best to ask “Do you want me to cum?” She didn’t answer. Instead she made eye contact with me and kept working my shaft with bo...h her tongue and hand. I asked again, “Do you want me to cum in your mouth?” She didn’t slow her pace, instead she squeezed harder and moaned on my cock head. I took this as permission to finish. I grabbed handfuls of her black hair into my hands as I stared into her pale blue eyes. Now I controlled her pace, getting myself even closer. “I’m going to. Meri didi ka naam priya singh hai meri didi dekhne me bahut sundar nahi hai par unhe dekh kar log akarshit ho jate hai.meri didi ka fig 32-30-32 hai.meri didi hamesha se hi ek modern ladki rahi hai unke kapde pahene ka bhi dangh hamesha fashionable raha hai.didi apne school time se hi bahut sundar aur jawan dikhne lagi thi mai aur meri didi ek hi school me hi padhte the mai hamesha unke class le ladko ya unke seniors ko didi ko gandi nazar se dekhte the.didi jub sidhiyo se upar jati thi toh. She has a flat tummy and a 38-size waist. Due to her short height, her ass appeared very round and always popped out on her dresses.She always wears sarees, salwar kameez or churidar. But she would always wear silky nighties just above her knee at night. Dad used to bring a lot of such nighties for her annually. Her assets would appear so visible and sexy. Dad loved to fuck her with that. At that moment, she was 40 years old.At 19, I was filled with so many naughty desires and temptations. My. It’s a very common phenomenon amongst the Community,” Terri said defensively.“I’m sure it’s real,” I inserted.“Really? You don’t think we’re all a bunch of hormone-addled teenagers?” Rachel asked.“I’m NOT,” Vicki defended.“Your turn’s coming. That’s the problem,” Terri said. “It’s US. Us here in this room. Just like we’re ten years ahead of other people in academics, we’re ten years ahead of other people in social issues. Like choosing a mate.” She eyed Vicki. “Go ahead, little sister. Yours is.