I let a couple drops of oil hit your skin just above you slit, and watch as they creep south and over your swelling lips. I can almost feel your heart... beating from the blood rushing through your sensitive areas. My breath is so HOT as I breath over your opening, and gently touch your soft skin. Playing with you as I begin to kiss you as if it was your mouth. Little bit of tongue, but not too much. O, you taste so good! I can’t hold back anymore as I press against you, and stuff my tongue. Kabita ghabra gai or mujhe hatane ki kosis karne lagi.Par bekar kosis tha.Or mai apna land uska gand me satata raha.Kuch der kosis karne ke bad kabita dam chor diya or bolne lagi ki mera maa ko bata degi.Par mai ye mouka hut se nahi jane dena chahata tha.Mai socha jo hoga badme samhal lenge.Pahele dudh ki rani ko chod to lu.Or mai kabita ko sidha lata diya.Kabita samaj gaya aj uska kya hone wala hai.Or kabita rone lagi.Par mai uska bat me ane wala nahi tha.Mai kabita ko kiss karte karte uska. You’re introducing your soaked cock to my tired mouth again, I lick the length of it, lick your balls avidly. I can taste myself and it makes me gasp onto you.I spread my legs for you and you know just what I want, your fingers are there in an instant, all of them and your thumb pushing into me.I’m sopping wet and I open my legs wider to help the journey, your face when your fist arrives at its destination is perfection.You continue to watch your hand in my bald stretched pussy as you thrust in. Just a hint of a tummy: she did have a child. Hips and ass that promised ecstasy, on perfect legs. The perfect woman if you could turn off her nonstop mouth. Today she appeared to be wearing a pair of her daughter's gym shorts, which were at least a couple of sizes too small. I couldn't help but notice that the seam disappeared into her crotch to reappear at the top of her asscrack. Her tank top covered her tits, but was tight and very thin and looked to be sprayed on. And, of course, she had.