I first met Otis when he was working at our family's window manufacturing plant. He was a forklift operator and I'd just come by to pick my husband up...to take him to the airport.Otis was whizzing around the place on his forklift and I guess because I was board and he cut quite a figure sitting on that machine I noticed him... for the first time. His clothes were very tight fitting; you could almost see the muscles rippling under the material of his shirt, and those pants he was wearing. They. On that day she was looking more beautiful in her churidar dress as her dress was slightly wet due to rain. Her boobs and her ass shape were clearly visible by her dress wetness.We both thought to take a drive in rain and we both left the institute. As soon as I entered my car I could feel her fragrance inside the car which is making me quite unstable. I started to feel horny by seeing her in her wet clothes. I couldn’t able to see the road properly due to heavy rain and my girl holds my. She started to grind slowly on my hand as she sucked lovingly on her step-son's cock. I started to buck my hips up to meet her mouth with every stroke and bob of her head. She let out a low moan around my cock and started bucking her hips and grinding her pussy fiercly on my hand. I could tell she was reaching her climax as she started to jerk and suck on my cock with more lust than before, moving faster and griping harder. Her hips were also grinding harder and faster. I, too, was nearing my. Slowly, I started to lift my weight off her with the intent of moving to a more comfortable position.“Please don’t go,” she said in a small voice. “I want you inside me. Please.”I smiled at her. “I’m not going, and I promise I will stay inside you, but I also want to shift to a more sustainable position.”With that, I leaned back while keeping my cock plugged hard into her cunt, a little bit like doing a limbo, but bending back vertically rather than horizontally. I lifted her right leg off of.