Turning, she looking back at the stage. On the bed, the girl was caressing herself all over, her voluptuous body writhing and tossing lasciviously as ...her fingers stroked up and down along the soft flesh of her puff-mouthed cunt. They could see the girl's finger rubbing against the pink folds and heard her harsh irregular breathing as she slid one finger in and out of that now hot, moist slit. Her legs lifted straight up in the air then slowly spread wide apart.Bette gasped when the wet mouth of. Maine poochha ki kyu hans rahi hai to boli ki rramji ( lund)ko to dekho sita ( choot) ko khoj rahe hai. wo itani jaldi itani open hogi maini socha bhi nahi tha. Wo boli saheb aap ko chode hue kafee din ho gaye na. Maine poochha kyu tumhe kaise maloom wo boli saheb kheli khayee hoon. Dekhkar samajh gayee thi aur usane meri towel nikal ke mere lund ko muh me le liya aur khhob jor jor se choosanr lagi. Maine use kapade utarane ke liye kaha aur usaki choochi ko choosane laga. Bhir maine uski choot. To add insult to injury, the two of them were staying only two rooms down. The image of them going at it all night had been enough to disturb Joyce's badly needed sleep. It had also served as a reminder that the other side of her own bed had been empty for far too long.Taking a deep breath, Joyce tried to put both thoughts from her mind, concentrating instead on the fact that right now, her son and new daughter-in-law, Karen, were on their way to ten glorious days in the Florida sun. At least. I slid further down the back seat, with my ass now in full view of the drivers rear view mirror, but I was too far gone to care. He had pulled my stockinged leg wide open into his as he wanked off, and as if on cue, he came on my inner thigh between my stocking top and wet pussy, which I had now taken over and was masturbating with such gusto, but we were pulling into the central terminus, so I missed out as the bus came to a hissing halt.I sat upright and readjusted my clothing and my sex.