Khud ko bimar dikha ke usne Manali ki emotions ka poora faida uthaya hain. Aab janna yeh tha ki Rahul ke iss naatak mein kya usne Manali ko bhi saamil...kiya hain?Matlab kya Manali bhi Rahul ke kehne pe jhoot bolne lagi hain? Nahi toh Manali yeh sab baatein mujhse firmly (confidently) bolti, aise haklati nahi. Mere ander ka ACP Pradyuman jaag gaya aur mujhe kehne laga ki “Daya, pata lagao. Kuch toh gadbad hain.”Maine apne car mein jaa ke dekha ki mera laptop wahin pe hi hain. Kal (peechle din). ’ I could hear the smile in her voice as she leaned against my back. ‘I remember you used to tell me about the thunderstorms… how they were such an aphrodisiac for you…’ One hand slipped lower, over the front of my jeans to grasp my already hardening cock. I gasped out loud and grabbed her hand, squeezing it tighter around the denim clad outline of my manhood. Fumbling for words, I tried without success to form some sort of coherent explanation for my love of storms. ‘You said that there was. As I continued to survey the field there were a couple of other attractive women in our area that had chosen to lose their bikini tops, but none of them had breasts as large as my wife. I started to worry that she would be self-conscious of this fact and choose to stay covered up. I went back to watching her as she lay next to me dozing in the sun. Not only was her ass a sight to behold in her thong bikini, but her small top strained to contain her tits as she lay on her stomach. From my seat. Noon's cum was leaking out of her at a steady rate and Zendaya already missed the pressure of it stuffing her full, the warmth of Noon as he mounted her, the weight of him against her back, the desperate rutting into her as Noon bred his bitch-“Noon, please,” Zendaya whimpered, feeling Noon's hot breath on her sweat slick skin, his long, wet tongue gently lapping at her back when Zendaya wanted it on her pussy, her clit, lapping at the hole Noon had fucked open on his knot not even an hour.