” she thought while inserting two fingers inside her now dripping pussy.“Ahhh…I can’t stop imagining about bhabhi and Aman. Oh, I wish I had a... cock like that in my pussy right now!” moaned Shobha as she recalled the sight of Aman, the fitness instructor, fucking Savita Bhabhi’s pussy in the gym last week. Her knees felt weak and she moved onto the bed to be more comfortable while she pleasured herself.“I can’t believe it she is fingering herself in bhabhi’s room. I never knew she was such a. ”Looks like to k**s for you and Laurel Danny Bou…she’s not just my bath now..Laurel is gonna be my baby moma…and I just laugh at her stupid husband…what a dumb shit think he could just have some fun watching another guy fuck his wife. with no consequences…what a dumb fucker..I just poached his woman right in front of himI pull away from Laurel and freed her legs from the restraint. Laurel attacks me, grabbing my cock and thrusting her head over it. As she sucks my cock she slides two of her. She looked as hot as I'd ever seen her. her sweaters were always very bust-emphasizing and whenever she wore tight skirts you could usually tell what kind of panties she'd put on that morning. I think that was very much on purpose.Through my class with Miss Wilson, I really checker her out. Within minutes I could see that her nice nipples were sticking out proudly in her bra and she smelled especially sexy that day. Her cologne was very sensual and it gave me a huge hardon as I sat there every. But not today, I smiled to myself. Stepping off the elevator and into the long hallway, I walked slowly, carefully checking each room number, with yours indelibly etched in my mind.It started the minute you booked the flight. You know, the plans. All of the things we wanted to do. All of the positions. Everything we wanted to lick, suck, fuck and kiss until we would work ourselves into such a frenzied lather that masturbation gave scant relief from our runaway carnal lusts.But there was one.