..As it was a bit bad, I came out, added gel on my rosette, pushing my finger slightly, and I started the game again: push a little plug, out, push it... again a a little deeper, savoring the moment when the widest part slips inside my ass.What a pleasure !Then I put on my thong tanga checking that my plug could not stand alone ... it was not the purpose of the maneuver.I got dressed and went out shopping.Driving with a plug in the ass is an adventure to live: every bump, every hole on the road. She ran her fingers through my hair until I took a tentative lick and she gently but firmly pulled me up from kneeling. "Please don't," she whispered.That's when I found out that no one had ever gone down on her and the two that had tried (myself and one other) were rebuffed. She would choke herself trying to get half of my cock in her mouth but she felt it "gross" to eat out her pussy.I stood and pulled her to me, kissing her hard and kneading her unbelievable tits before I just pushed her. We kissed for around two minutes. Her blue saree made me more excited. I undressed her saree and blouse slowly inside which there stood those beautiful boobs tucked in by a blue laced bra. Shockingly, Asha undressed me after licking my body. It was a marvelous feeling.Asha unzipped and removed my pants and started smelling my dick over my boxers. I undressed her bra and started licking her milky boobs. “Aah”, she moaned. That voice was so erotic.I put my hands inside my married Indian. Somehow, that relaxed me and I began to apply myself to the task, nay, pleasure. As I felt more and more of his reactions, I began to understand why my girlfriends enjoyed doing this. For me, of course, there was the added bonus that I understood many of the sensations he was feeling. My head bobbed up and down, the pulses in his shaft became stronger and he was lifting his hips trying to go deeper into my mouth. The tastes in my mouth were both familiar and foreign.As Jon began his way towards.