Boli utna bada he tumara kahkar sahlne lagi. Me to chachi ki komal hat ki spars pakar janat mehsos karahatha. Wo méra lund sahlate hua mera ek hat le...ar unki brest per rakh di wao kya soft chuchiya thi me to pagal ban gaya or chachi ki sari utar di blouse ke uper se hi boob press karne laga tub chachi pura garam ho chukithi wo apna blouse utar di usdin wo bra n panty nehi pehni thi ky pink colork ki nipple tha jo me bf me dekha tha.Me pagal jesa unki chuchiya chusne lag or bich bich me kat ta. He engulfed her from behind.His hand was all over her now. He applied color on her face. His hand was now on her breasts moving down on to her belly. He made her lie down on the floor and poured the second bucket of water on her. She was drenched all over.He then picked some dry color and applied it on her. She was so wet that she did not resist. With me watching he lifted her top all the way to her breasts and applied color on her soft navel. I looked at her. Holy Christ! She was enjoying. I move down your body to your stomach and kiss across it form hip to hip I reach up and massage your breast in my hand while rolling your nipple between my fingers. I suddenly lick you clit and you moan, pushing your hips forward into my face wanting more.I put my whole mouth on your pussy and lick from your hole to the top of your clit. You jump every time my tongue runs over your clit. Your juices are all over my face and I haven’t even started yet. I push my tongue into your pussy and feel. Gemma stood with one arm across her chest, the other hand outstretched over her pubis, trying to conceal her modesty with one thigh slightly bent to ensure her legs remained closed.“Oh no”, said Mike. “Raise your hands, come on, reach up”.She obeyed knowing if she didn’t, she’d be forced anyway. She let go of herself and lifted her large fatty arms. Her ample breasts sagged forward, the aureolas stretched out like large brown pancakes, the nipples pointing down touching her swollen, flabby.