Uske boobs kaffi soft the mujhe bhut maza aa raha tha mein use zor zor se daba bhi raha tha.Mene uske boobs ke wichkar apna lun rakh kar uske boobs fu...ck karne laga. Mera lun uske muh tak jaa raha tha aur woh use kiss kar rahi thi. Uske baad mene uski legs ko apne shoulder par rakha aur apna lun uski fuddi par tikka diya. Uski fuddi bhut jayda gilli ho geyi thi woh ik baar finish toh chuki thi. Fir mene apna lun ko dhake se agge kiya aur mera adha lun uske fuddi mein chala geya. Woh chilane lagi. Knowing you’re wet just means i’ll cum that much faster.”I could tell by the look on her face she was totally torn. Part of her was incredibly aroused and wanted to keep going, the other part of her was completely unsure about doing anything with her boyfriend’s brother. Sometimes you can just feel what someone is thinking…and Shamita was sitting there wishing I was a stranger. As her hand slipped between her thighs to press against her denim covered pussy, she breathed, “I want to…if only you. I was perspiring partly from the heat and partly from the excitement of seeing her dressed the way she was. As she approached me, her uniform skirt opened at her knees, and I saw the row of lace at the bottom of her slip. she ran the stethoscope all over my body, and listened to the "pulse" in my now rock-hard penis. She turned a switch on the small black box, and it began to hum as she placed it against my penis and testicles. She had begun to perspire too, and I saw her forehead and cleavage. I got on my knees be- tween her thighs and began to caress her ass … god, that ass. Still makes my heart beat faster just think- ing about it, and it’s been years! I slid my hands up her thighs to the firm, smooth fruit of her ass and began to massage her, but she reached back – still without looking back, her face turned away from me – and pushed my hands away. “No! Just do it, you bastard. Just do it … please. Oh god, please.” I probably knelt there.