In afternoons I was to be free and my cock would grow harder thinking of my aunty or Seema my aunty use to be alone in afternoon and me too uncle woul...d me away with his business and Seema use to be in her classes. Once such afternoon aunty has alone aunty called me to her house because she had cooked my favorite dish which I like most I went to her house aunty welcome me she was wearing a plain red color saree with sleeveless blouse he r blouse with wet with the sweat I could see her white bra. He walked up to the cutie that drank the apple juice. “Sup?”“Nada,” he looked up from the mid-rate historical fiction romance novel.“Come wit’ me!”“Okay,” he closed the book.They went to a known blind spot. D’Clinton pulled out his meat.“That thang big, nigga,” gasped the pussyboi.“Yeah, bitch!”The sassy doll bent down and spat on the head. He stroked the shaft while sucking it. He occasionally massage the hairy, low-hanging balls. “Got dayum, nigga,” whispered the cocksucker as a stream of. She shuddered and grabbed my head forcing me on her breasts. “Go ahead and suck” she said. With that I began sucking on her engorged nipples. She leaned back and as I was sucking on her breasts, she let her robe come undone and I could see her large, shapely thighs. She spread her legs. Her pubic hair was partially graying. Something about that aroused the a****l in me. I went down on her. I licked and sucked her pussy, taking in her juices. The taste was even more arousing. She was leaning. For a moment, her modesty almost threatened to swell forth and compell her to close, rather than open her thighs. But she was starting to feel something else. The nervous knot forming in her stomach, from presenting herself so openly to a man she barely knew, was nothing compared to the other feeling that was making itself felt, somewhat further down. She heard - or perhaps imagined - some rustling behind her as if he was adjusting his own clothing. Her mind ran overdrive, painting a picture of.