My hands, with a will of their own, ran up and down her back, and over her bottom. She sighed, she moaned. Her lips left mine and bestowed little peck...s and kisses on my chin, then my neck beneath my chin then to the side, licking and nibbling my ear and sucking gently on my neck. The electric shocks pulsed through my body and I was lost in the intensity of it. My rigid prick wanted action badly. My hands on autopilot sought her breasts, and she pulled away a little to allow access. My thumbs. My fingers sank deep inside. A loud slurping sound started echoing in the bathroom as I furiously fingered myself. I felt a thin river running down my thighs to my calves. A sticky puddle had formed at my feet. I closed my eyes again, imagining what it would be like to have that nice young black neighbor in there with me, between my thighs... I wanted to touch myself in front of him. I wanted to feel exposed…I wanted his dark eyes to explore my naked body in a way that he would make me cum in. In one swift movement, Thomas nudged between her lips and plunged half his length into her wet but tight tunnel. Oliver sat upright in his chair as Irene gasped loudly, shook her head and spluttered “Oh my lord.” Thomas waited, allowing Irene to regain her breath and become familiar with the unusual intrusion. His thickness filled her and throbbed powerfully against her cavity walls. She opened her eyes, immediately revealing a look of surprise and wonderment, and licked her tongue around dry. Usne darwaza khola aur smile di aur kaha ander aa jao. Aaj usne Punjabi suit pahna tha jo thoda tight tha uska figure usmein kaafi acche se dikh raha tha uski gol chuchiya aur mast bhari hui gaand suit se bahar aane ko bechain the. Who paani lekar aayi aur baith gai. Who chup thi maine kaha computer theek chal raha hai na who boli haan aur sharma gai. Maine phir poocha aapka data to sab hai na. Who sharmate hue smile karte hue boli kaun sa data. Maine kaha who personal folder wala. Whoh sharma.