My erect cock accidentally hit her pussy and she twitched. Taking the moment as a sign, I slid my cock inside her and as our lips met, we made love. O...r lips never parted while I slowly made love to my wife for an eternity. Twenty minutes turned into thirty, which turned into forty, before either of us were close to achieving orgasmic bliss. I finally broke the kiss, “I want us to come together baby.” “Hmmm, me too,” she replied, and we both focused on making it happen. I began to fuck her. Kelly screams as she is being choked and referee Brooke is right in Layla's face ordering her to stop and get back to her corner. Layla does stop but only to tell the ref to ring the bell as she is not waiting any longer to get her hands on the slutty blonde. Brooke tries to restore order but as Kelly is crawling away Layla boots her hard in her ribs sending Kelly rolling across the mat. Still wearing her pink robe, Kelly groans holding her flat mid-section rubbing the sore area when Layla. Its based in Bangalore and the main characters are me and beautifully dusky beauty Deepthi. Deepthi is a average south Indian home maker. Nice sharp eyes, well rounded figure, likes to wear salwar kurtas most of the time and does not care about the dupatta. She oils her hair well and does not forget to put jasmine flower in her hair. Whenever I saw her from my terrace, she would be always be busy with house hold work, either doing something in the kitchen, sweeping her house or washing clothes.. I kneel and peek my head around the corner – it looks like they came in the same way I did, and now they’re checking in the opposite direction. I quickly get rid of my boots. It’s two of them – slinking through a concrete section of hallway that’s about four feet wide. ‘Dick – stop.’ Dick’s the one in the white undershirt with the two uzis. He whips around and pulls up his flashlight, but I’m pressed into a doorway. This won’t work at all. I look up. They’re coming up to the generator. It’s.