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She moaned and smiled as my fingers slide between her pussy lips. My other hand was still messaging the foot She looked into my eyes for a moment and again her eyes slowly closed.
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She moaned and smiled as my fingers slide between her pussy lips. My other hand was still messaging the foot She looked into my eyes for a moment and again her eyes slowly closed.
I climbed over her and pulled up her feet on either side of my head and then entered that hungry cunt again.
I started stroking slowly in and out and Bhanu aunty embraced me tightly and also tides her legs around my waist and her boobs were crushing on my chest.
I placed mouth on her left bobs and sucked it while sucking her left boobs I was pinching her right nipples after sucking her both boobs.
I asked her were uncle is and she told me that he had gone to allepy with 2 of his friends to attend a marriage and that he would be returning back only by 7 or 8 pm.
Mere ghar ke baju wali aunty ko jamkar choda,uske sath uski beti ko bhi choda,aur dono ko apni biwi banakar rakha uski kahani do part me.
I removed my shirt and short and I was just in boxer I again laid on her it was a very good feeling for me lying on a nude body with only boxer on me I again started sucking her boobs.
She kept quiet, then he went to bedroom by lifting her in his big arms and pulled her on bed windows of kitchen and bedroom are adjacent.
I caressed and fondles those milkpots from outside and inserted my hands into the huge cleavage. Slowly I removed her bra.
Yogita aunty tied her both legs around my waist and squeezing her both boobs with her hands and caressing the nipples.