I gently breathe on her neck which causes her to pant into my ear, telling me I’m treating her right. My hands continue to move up and down her back... drawing moan after moan. As my hand reaches back up I hit the claps of her bra. My fingers gently pop the straps allowing them to fall to her side. She takes a deep breath before I feel her hand reach down to touch my cock from the outside of my pants. I groan as I feel the pressure grow on my dick. My head bows down to kiss her lips. She. Fir Harpreet uncle ne apna lund mere face pe ghumana shuru kiya. Ab un dono ne mujhe khada hone ko kaha aur Balwant uncle meri tshirt utarne lage aur udhar Harpreet uncle ne peri shorts aur panty dono nikal di.Harpreet uncle bole “Oye Balwant, dekh to sahi kya mast chikni chikni chut hai, bilkul saaf.” Woh meri gaand pe hath ghumate ghumate bole, “Kya mast gori gori, gol matol gaand hai iski.” Aur zor se slap kiya gand pe. Harpreet uncle meri pussy aur gaand pe hath ghumane lage aur gaand pe. As I walked outside I saw my wife talking to the Spanish guy with her friends. Didn't seem to mean anything. The guy moved his car and I got on the drive to get out. Her bag was on the back seat, she didn't have her keys, so she couldn't get in when she got home. I parked the car in the drive and went back to find her. In the hall , her friends were their, but she wasn't. I went outside to where I'd seen them talking. Right out of the corner of my eye I thought I saw her. She was wearing a. She pressed her lips together and gave them a few smacks to ensure the gloss was evenly spread.Amy walked out of the bathroom into her bedroom and towards her dresser. Opening the top drawer, she rummaged amongst the delicate articles until she spied her favorite pair of panties. They were a peach-colored thong made of nylon and spandex that hugged every curve of Amy’s most delicate area. Not exactly a G-string, it had just enough fabric in the back to prevent it from feeling like she was.