Me: No chakkar with me aunty. But I am planning to put you in a chakkar.I winked at her at her saying this. She smiled at me for that went to the kitc...hen.MIL: I will keep lunch for you on the table.Me: No aunty I had my lunch but can you make some tea.I changed myself and went and sat on the couch and start to browse from one channel to other on the TV. After few minutes she came and gave me a cup of tea. She pulled up a chair near the dining table and sat there with a cup of tea in her hand. I. There was those once in the blue moon, lets say at a friends house and happen to see the girlfriends used panties laying in their bedroom floor or hamper and snatch it to take home and suck the pussy juices and pretty much had those panties wrapped around my cock for the next few days. Every once in awhile, i would do the same for my mom’s and s****rs panties when i visited…which i wish i took advantage of when I was living with both of them when we all lived under one roof. Anyhow…those few. I slid my tongue deep into her, licking and slurping on the inside of her pussy. I could feel her thighs shake slowly against my head. At first, her legs shook, then her body. Soon she was bucking against my face. Her hand held roughly onto my hair and it felt like she was pulling my hair out from the roots. She lets out a deep, guttural moan as she had an intense orgasm. She clamped her legs against my face, clamping it in place as her pussy oozed with her nectar. She tasted amazing and I. "Posting, or 'rising' the trot is a technique used by riders to counter the jouncing action of the trotting horse. It requires the rider to brace in their stirrups and thrust from the hips, moving back and forth in the saddle while keeping their head stationary. Apart from the presence of clothing and a horse, the action is almost indistinguishable from a vigorous, erotic fucking."Then see if your mount is ready for some exercise," I said quietly. I leaned closer to her ear and whispered: "You.