Do you want some chai? Sit sit!” she said in a bated breath, showing me to her sofa.“No, aunty, it’s fine, why take the trouble for me.” I sai..., like all Indians I too was taught to refuse chai- coffee when it was asked for the first time.“Arre, don’t feel shy, I was making chai for myself anyway.” She slipped into the kitchen leaving me alone in the hall.Within a few minutes, she brought two cups of chai and some biscuits. It seemed like she was waiting for me to arrive.“Thanks, aunty!” I. Harry hung there wearing nothing but his glasses. Trickles of sweat ran down his face and down his neck, his pink nipples also moist in a light coating of sweat pointed at the twins. His firm flat stomach showed a light six pack and his belly button marked the beginning of a faint line of hairs that led down to his prized possession. His strong legs demonstrated the workout he got from Quiddich, his testicles hung lower than normal due to the heat and his six inch penis was beinning to show. I drove the bottle faster and harder up her arse; her face was contorted with the increased pleasure. She began moaning loudly for the camera,"Oh yes, yes, that feels good. Fuck me hard Ann, make me cum." I rammed the bottle nice and hard up her tight arse, rubbing her clit in hard little circles and soon I was rewarded with the loud cries of her orgasm. Her pussy was streaming with cunt juice. I couldn't resist it any longer; I lunged at her sopping pussy with my tongue and lapped at her. She pushed it into her pussy and moaned. When it was all the way in she flexed her pussy muscles and moaned at the pleasant sensation of being full. Her hand went to her hard little clit, a skilled finger touching it the way she loved, rubbing it slowly at first then faster. The touch to her clit made her want more, she was squirming on her bed- one hand on her clit the other pinching her right nipple, her toy in her pussy. Her skin was flushed and hot, she felt desire coursing and tingling.