Jorse chodo fad do meri chut aaj aaahhhh tumhare auncle chodte the magar itna maza kbhi nhi aai jo aaj tumse chudwane me mil rahi hai aaahhh uuuuffff ...aaaaaahhhufffff mumahaa chodo chodo aaahhhh uuuffff aaahhhh ufffffff raj yeh baat rehan na janne pay mene kaha nhi aunti nhi jaan payga aunti bole raj mujhe tum aajse aunti mat kaho plz suhani kaho aaaahhh me tumhari hoke rehna chahti hu or roj tumse chodwani chahti hu bahut piyasi hu me aaaahhhh ufffff aaaaah mene kaha hao jarur aajse tum meri. But couldn’t go much because of the bed’s headrest. I moved towards her and took my left hand across her back.I held her waist and pulled her more towards me. We again got engaged with the lip fight. I took my right hand and held her boobs in my hand. I started kneading them. She put her left hand on my hair and started to pull me towards her.Then I slowly took her nipple (above her top and bra) between my fingers and started to twist and pull it out. She suddenly broke the lip kiss and fell. A little more. God, you’re big. Ahh. Rub my clit. God!” She was loud enough now that there was no need to put my ear to the wall. Marsha was still on her knees. She gripped my cock, stroking up the shaft, and caught a glob of precum on her tongue, swallowing it with a smile. For a moment I wondered what she’d look like with her lips stretched around Don’s cock. I wondered if it would even fit. My dick jerked and Marsha sucked it into her mouth again.“Holy fucking Mary, you’re in me. . I desperately wanted to know what was in the message, but I knew it would have to wait until she went to bed. I heard a number of new text messages come through in response. My wife was solely focused on the phone. After eating dinner and sending and receiving a few more messages, my wife toddled off to bed, leaving the phone again unattended. My cock was rock hard again in anticipation of the direction the text conversation may take. When my wife started her deep snoring again, I picked up.