Indian Village Bhabi With Her Hubby’s Friend Mms

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Instead she wraps her arms round my neck and kisses me.i can feel her tongue in my mouth.i can feel my cock rising.i can feel her fingers running through my hair as she kisses me harder.she licks my ear .i know she can feel my cock throbing against her.she undoes my shirt and strokes my chest she kisses my nipples and gently bites each in turn. she starts to undo my belt.i kiss her passionately .i really want this but --------but what?i whisper r u really sure u want this sylvia.she kisses me and tells me she has wanted me for months.she leads me to her bedroom.no need to ask now.she pushes me onto the bed and removes my trousers.my cock is like a tent pole.looks like i am a lucky woman tonite she said.and here was i thinking what a lucky boy i was.off with the undies,socks and shoes.her hand slowly and gently running up then down my shaft.massaging my balls with the other.i kiss her and tongue fencei stand her upright.i want to take her clothes off.the dress falls to the floor.no. After licking and sucking her for a long while; I ordered her to turn around.Helena put her hands back on the work bench and I felt her ass cheeks.I lifted up her summer dress and slipped my hand over her tiny thong. Feeling her ass and then moving my hand around to the front it slipped so easily onto that very little piece of cloth that covered her shaven mound.I rubbed her sweet pussy lips and she moaned, closing her eyes.Then one of my hands came back to fondle her boobs and nipples. My other hand kept rubbing her soaking wet pussy…After a few minutes Helena said she was coming. As she said so; I slipped my finger under the thong and onto her wet clitoris, rubbing her hard…The bitch let out a muffled moan as I felt her body tremble. Then I knew she had climaxed. I turned her around to face me again; the bitch was sweating and she had her hand over her mouth, trying to muffle her wild cat moans…She smiled at me with an evil grin in her slutty eyes and she thanked me.Bending down.
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Above this she wore a nicely plain dark purple blouse, tucked into her skirt to highlight her narrow waist, and teamed with a black leather belt with a gold fastener chain. She did not wear stockings. Her legs were nicely tanned and on this occasion would look better naked. She wore assertively black patent leather heels with sexy ankle straps. The ensemble looked very suitably corporate. Usually for a working environment Em chose sensible underwear. She believed greatly in comfort and knew from experience that, generally speaking, a girl bent on adventure could usually find time to slip into something a little more uncomfortable. That morning, however, the devil was in her. Beneath her svelte exterior she chose to wear a purple uplift bra and a tiny see-through lace string, in a matching colour, it showed her newly manicured mini landing strip to advantage, though of course no one would see this. She would know it was there, though and Em did like to feel sexy. As she checked.

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