I touched Pooja breasts above blouse my body shivered it was bigger than i imagined Pooja boobs were tight and rock hard but spongy.Pooja boobs were b...gger than my wife but it was not sagging like my wife her husband was just watching and did not oppose when I tried to open her blouse alarm rang and I did not know how 10 minutes passed and now it was the turn of Rahul,Rahul went near my wife Lata and hugged her when his dick pressed her stomach she moved behind and unknowingly saw my eyes.. He watcheseverything in the bar, and her, all the time. And sheknows he is watching, guarding, but she doesn’t look hisway, or even try to catch his eye. Make the eveninglast, she thinks.The cowboy she picks out is a medium. Not too tall, butnot shorter than she. And he is watching the crowd. Achallenge. She spots a friend nearby and stops to chat,constantly making eye contact with the lone cowboy. Sheis determined to dance with him until sweat runs downher cleavage. His move is almost. "Ugh...ugh...ugh...ugh..." Paris let out a soft groan with each stroke as I gradually increased the intensity of my thrusting. My cock was now effortlessly sliding in and out, plunging deep into her squirming body. My strong hand left white bloodless marks on the soft, pliable skin of her ass as I gripped her with lustful vigor. My other hand twisted in her hair, providing traction as I pulled her back with every forceful stroke my muscular hips provided. "Ugh...ugh...ugh...ugh..." Her breath. I knew if anyone could have seen me then then would have had a vision of my gapping asshole. Then I realize that Freddy had a great view of my asshole in the bedroom mirror that was behind me. Pulled back from his mouth and turned my head enough to see my image in the mirror. I had to agree my gapping asshole looked pretty good. I’d want to fuck that myself it were possible.Freddy released me and said, “Assume the position, you cunt.”I knew exactly what he meant. My feet on the floor and me.