Dosto maja aajata tha jab uske doodh meri back pe dabte the toh…kuch din baad usne mujhe raat ko msg kiya…kya kr rhe ho…Me- kuch nhi leta hu poo...ja- mai aau kya tumhare pass…? me-tumko achanak kya hogaya pooja-i luv u arihant me- what…in shocked pooja-haan yr tum mujhe bahut pasand…maine mann mai bola lag gayi lottery apni toh maine bhi usse luv u 2 bol dia phr hum roz phn mai sex chat krte the yaaro wo itni kuttiya thi kya batau din bhar bf dekhti n mujhse kehti mujhe kab chodoge mai bolta ghr. .After almost 1 and year of her married life, she pinged me on whatsapp.. So we were chatting and she asked me whether we can talk.. I said why not. And I called her.. She was on a maternal leave… So we spoke for some time and then she said she wants to share her feelings with her if I don’t mind.. And it’s all very personal and there is no one else she could share all this with..I was a little confused about she wants to talk about and I always liked her so much as she was 1 was of my best. Dani took advantage of this to grab a handful of that red hair and pull her back harder onto the dildo as she thrust it forward once again. A couple of minutes of this and Dani left the sticking half out of Kim’s dripping pussy and grabbed the vibrator. She flicked the switch and applied its buzzing tip to Kim’s erect clit. The effect was electric, my wife moaned, writhed and dug her fingers into the bed covers, shoving her hips back to press the vibrator harder into her. She reached one. One of my captor’s hands released my hair and slid down my spine until he was cupping my ass in his warm hand and pressing my hips into his. I let out a soft moan as his bulging dick, straining against his pants, pressed against my clit with every thrust of his hips. As I ran my hands along his sides, finally grasping his gyrating hips, his hand released my hair and slid along the side of my face. My lover stood before me with a look of passion so intense that he seemed wild with the sweet.