He let me play and experiment on his cock, allowing me to test different levels of pressure and different speeds of rubbing. I was like a little kid w...th a new toy- I wanted to try everything I could, I tickled it and stroked it and massaged the head. When my other hand cupped his balls he grunted and thrust his hips up to meet my hand. I was fascinated by his response and started squeezing and massaging his balls as I stroked his cock. I loved watching his face as well, his eyes were closed. She was a first-order bitch, but I must admit, she was a chick with looks that could stop thinking of Bipasha in omkara. With eyes trained on her fabulous body, I imagined her standing there naked in the kitchen with me following my every instruction to suck my cock just so, then slather the grease over it and give me a hand job while I vigorously rubbed more grease all over her tits and ass, poked various and sundry kitchen implements into her pussy and ass, and whipped her bouncy buns bright. He had nothing in his bank balance.His parents tried getting him a bride in his city. But they were alert enough to do a background check and then rejected him. He was already 31 but his hair was falling out. Then a marriage broker suggested getting a village girl as they don’t know much and would be docile to him once he married.His parents told them that the groom doesn’t have enough leaves. So he will directly come to marriage and take her to the USA. Meghna’s parents fell for it, hook,. After a while we separated. I changed my position and turned my face toward him. His lips were wet with my juices. I kissed him deeply on his lips’ licking off the traces of my pussy juices. Rahul put his arms around me and pushed me into his embrace.“You don’t know mom…” He whispered to me. “How much I enjoyed it. You’re just fantastic.”“You too son.” I replied, again kissing and licking his lips. “I just have had a wonderful time.”I pulled him back into my embrace, rubbing my horny pussy.