The shorts were tugged at relentlessly and they were going to come off. Eventually her remaining little shorts were torn right off. All that remained ...was a small black bathing suit with strings on each side holding it on her. The bottoms barely covered her ass and front, both by little triangles of fabric. The frenzy of hands then went for her top. It was like she wore paper. He spaghetti strap top was pulled five ways and tore easily. Her wrists being held by people to prevent her from trying. By now, he was thrusting a couple of times a second, and I was moaning and grunting and meeting each thrust with my own. About five more minutes, and he let out an Ohhhhhhhhh, as I felt another smaller shot of hot semen deep in my pussy. He held his cock deep inside me for about a minute, as my pussy milked the last drop out of his still throbbing cock. I grabbed his muscular shoulders and rolled him over so that I was on top. He was still hard, and I began grinding my hips into his, feeling. Naa moti naa patli ek dum perfect size. Meri bhi aisi hi pasand hai. Agar mai tera bhai nai hota th mai bhi abhi tujhe line maar raha hota toh usne bola ki aapse th koi bhi pat jayegi. Toh maine pucha ki aisa kyu. Toh usne bola ki apka fit body, muscular body, broad chest, good height, nice dressup bike bhi hai paisa bhi hai or kya chahye ek ladki ko. Kaash mai apki girlfriend hoti toh maza hi maza karti apke sath. Phir maine kuch nai bola bas has raha tha uski batei sun kar or phir chai coffee. It was Friday night. I went and brought some pizza and directly went to her place. Varsha opened the door. I could see her wear track pants and a black sleeveless t-shirt. She looked hot. A perfect Milf. I could see the bra lining on her top.She welcomed me in. I handed her the pizza that I had bought for Raksha and Vibha and told her it’s for them. She smiled and said, “That’s sweet.” I sat on the sofa as she walked away into the house to give them the pizza. I could see her ass. It was curvy.