D: Hi, am I speaking to Aryan, Aryan Batra? (She sounded a bit confused)A: Yes, go on.D: Aryan I’m Deepti. I just wanted to enquire whether Adi is a...lright, his phone is switched off and he told me that he’ll be staying at your flat.A (With butterflies in my stomach): Hey Deepti, How are you? Actually, Adi just left here around an hour ago without informing me anything. I was in my office. I came to know when I reached back home. I’ll let you know if I find anything about his whereabouts.D: That. My right hand went over her skirt onto her thigh and started the journey inside. I held the elastic of her panties and pulled it down hard. I pulled it until her knees and let it be there. Then I pulled down her skirt and let her step out of it. She was as naked as I was. Just as naked.We moved onto the sofa and our kisses continued. I moved my hands all over her breasts and butt. I began showering small kisses all over her breasts and took a nipple in my mouth. She hugged me closer as my. “Yes, yes, clean me, big futa-sis!” she moaned, her eyes bright with her passion. Her legs squeezed around my face. She shuddered, grinding against me. My tongue darted into her folds. I caressed her. Devoured her.I feasted on her.This hot passion burned through me. I wrapped my arms around her thighs. I pulled her hard against my face. I thrust my tongue into her depths and swirled around in her. I churned her up. I licked and lapped and fluttered through her juicy folds. I savored her. I. There were several brown pubic hairs peeking from the sides of the white fabric. Her underwear could not contain all of her sex. As I looked closer, I was shocked. The front of my panties were wet!! The white cotton fabric was stained from the wetness of her loins. Her pussy juice was wetting her panties!! Marcus took the back of his hand and index finger and rubbed it across the front of my wife's bush on the outside of her panties. A few more stray pussy hairs popped from the sides as he.