Chodega na apni pyaari behen ko roz? shaadi ke baad bhi jab bhi ghar aungi tab meri thukai karna bhaiyya. Phir maine uska chin neeche kiya aur jaise h...i uska muh khula maine apne muh se apni thook drip kar di uske muh mein mmmmm karke usne meri thook swallow kar di.Phir maine uski panty utaari aur usko bed par jaane ko kaha. Woh bed par chali gayi tabhi maine usko turn karke ghodi banaya….uski gaand par haath ragadkar usko feels kiya ummmm pinky teri gaand kya mast lag rahi hai chinaal. woh bhi. May have been a bad choice. He jerks my panties off and gives me a long, sampling lick. I can feel his fingers stroking me through the sheer nylon, which rubs slightly as I move. Then again, I suppose it might have been the right choice. He licks me again, making me moan. I plant my hands behind me and let my head fall back as I spread my legs further. He slides a finger inside me, and then smiles as he brings it to my lips. I suck obediently, my eyes wide, and yelp as he twists my hair around. She slid her arms off my thighs and then down between them, forcing my legs further apart. Then she brought her hands back up, holding the hem of her shirt, which she lifted up over her head, leaving it to flutter to the floor. My guess that she wasn't wearing a brassiere was confirmed, but she left me little time to admire the full sway of her breasts, crawling up in my lap to plant wild kisses all over my face.But then she scooted forward some more, pointedly offering her breasts to my mouth.. So A plan was prepared. Zeenat took a leave from her office. She came out of her house wearing a burqa over a Punjabi suit holding a bag . After a journey of about 20 minutes she was standing in front of her old boy friends house. As she rang the bell, he opened the door, seeing her standing at the door, he took her in his arms right thereon the door itself and kissed her."Oh Allah!" Her heart was in shock. Her husband who loves her dearly and Zeenat also loved him more than her life. After.