I want to hear you ask me to do it. I want you to convince me it’s what you want.? ?I......I don’t understand,? she confessed. ?I want to hear... you ask me to take you in your ass," intentionally using coarse language. "I want to hear you say it yourself.? I felt her body stiffen, but she didn’t respond. She just lay there still, on her side for a moment, my cock still deep inside of her. I knew she was on the verge of crying, but this was the point of no return. This decision I was asking. " "O... Okay," I breathed, feeling my face growing hotter still. Wrapping my fingers around the hem of my skirt at the front, I lifted it up above my pubic bone. I licked my lips and glanced at Johan. Lights from cars coming in the opposite direction lit his face. He was regularly looking over at me. Alternately I started tightening down on the balls and releasing again, concentrating on squeezing them out of my body. In no time I felt the first errant droplet of my pussy juice as it tickled. Aunty apne aankhe band kr rkhi thi.Maine aunty k kaan ko kiss krte hue unke neck me lick krne laga fir neck se niche cleavage tk unko lick kiya aunty ne saree pehni thiUnke pallu ko hata k blouse k button khol diye aur bra k upar se hi nipple kaatne laga aur dusre ko haath se dhire dhire sehlane lagaFir pet ki taraf badhte hue maine unki nabhi ko apni tongue se lick krne laga wo aahhh ummm ki awaazw nikalne lagi.Sareee ko maine utar k unko sirf panty me rkhaAur fir thighs se lick krte hue niche. He had the face of an aristocrat, long and worn from worldly cares instead of pain and starvation. Thin, hard lips that could disappear when pressed firmly together in displeasure were set upon a clean-shaven jaw. A long straight nose sat above them, leading to thick, dark brows. They were not bushy, although they might have been if they were not greased down so heavily. Then one reached the eyes. If the eyes were truly the windows to the soul, then one would see in his the wrath of God smiting.