”Mami: “a6aa jo kahun wo karega?”Me: “haan sab karunga par pls kisiko batana mat”Mami: “thik hai isko (mere lund ki taraf dekhte hue) khad...a kar abhi.”Me: “nahi mami sorry aage se nai hoga pls jaane do.”Mami: “jo bola wo kar abhi mujhe tera lund khada chahiye toh kar apne lund ko khada warna abhi tere mama ko fone lagati hun.”Me: “nahi nahi me karta hun khada mere lund ko aap fone mat karo.”Fir maine lund ko masalna shuru kia thodi der me lund tan gaya mera.Me: “mami dekho mera lund hogaya. She jiggled my boobs as she thrust her cock in and out of my cunt. She rammed it in deep. Hard. She buried with force into me.I shuddered, loving every minute of it. Every last second of her plunging into me. It was incredible to enjoy. I loved it. Her daughter sucked hard at the same time, her tongue dancing around my futa-dick. These were the blisses that I needed to enjoy. The raptures that my body begged to experience.My cock throbbed. My pussy ached.“Oh, god, yes!” I moaned.“Mmm, so my. I put my hand on her vagina and he caught me hand and pressed on her vagina, she was also lifting her hips from beds and making rhythmic movement. I was amazed to see such a beautiful pussy and was remembering all blue films I had seen in hostels. Same beauty I saw in those films and no Indian lady with such pussy I have ever seen.I could not stop myself putting my tongue on those silky lines. I put edge of my tongue in her vagina, which she welcomed by a loud moan. She immediately came into 69. She had auburn hair, a nice smile and she always greeted him by name. She must be in her early thirties, he guessed, and she invariably dressed well. She was somewhat plump – but in his opinion the nasty terms Dillon had used were completely beside the mark. On the contrary. He thought she was quite beautiful, and not a little attractive. He definitely thought March was right to silence Dillon. ‘Has she been ill long?’ he asked. ‘I certainly don’t mind delivering the box to her – if it doesn’t.