Mallu Aunty Having Sex With Her Hubby’s Friend

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Then she slowly turned towards me, looked into my eyes.I brought her lips close to mine and our lips met and my lips melted into hers as we were engulfed into the most passionate kiss ever. She was twisting and twirling her tongue inside my mouth and I was trying to match her intensity. She was charged. I felt like I will be torn apart tonight and we finally broke the kiss; her eyes were closed, in a state of intoxication. She was sizzling. I then turned her by the waist and started to breathe heavily in her ears. I began to lick her neck and started biting her there. She shivered. My hands then slided onto her shoulders and I then pulled at the strings of the dress at her shoulder area. I let the dress slide down her silky body. She was in a lime green Lingerie, the most exotic Brassiere I had ever seen. She then turned towards me and started to pull away at my shirt buttons. They came off easily. I had an athletic body and prefer to keep myself shaved. She then removed my belt and. I couldn't last much longer.This felt so wonderful.The incestuous thrill of sucking on my mother's clit swept through me. My fingers dug into her rump. She squirmed on me, grinding her bush into my face. She moaned louder and louder, suckling with all her force. My balls quivered.I erupted.My cum fired into my mother's mouth. I growled around her clit. I suckled hard on her as she gulped down my jizz. Her ass clenched beneath my fingers as she did. Her body trembled, her boobs rubbing against my stomach.Hot cream gushed out of her pussy.I gasped in shock at the flood. Tangy juices poured out of her snatch. As the pleasure hammered my mind, I realized that she had just cum. My mother was having an orgasm. I gave her pleasure while she drank down my jizz.“Shit!” I groaned, my mind drowning in ecstasy.I gulped down my mother's passion as she drank mine. We were cumming together. I shuddered, savoring that wonderful delight. Pleasure smothered my thoughts. My fingers dug into my mom's.
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? I turned my attention from him to a figure crouched in the corner of the room. I approached slowly and squatted, examining her closely. Her thin frame was shaking and she kept stealing glances at the woman on the bed. Long dark hair that would probably be brown once it was washed. She wore a bulky sweater that hid most of her figure, but from the thinness of her wrists and legs, I expected her breasts would be small. Time enough to find out later, I thought. She?d been crying, but even with the tear streaks and red eyes, I could see that Billy had been right: cute and mousy rather than pretty. Or, at least, she would be once she was cleaned up and fed. One of Billy's tactics was to start keeping the kids hungry and dirty once he had control of them, then when he gave them food or let them wash they were grateful to him. ?What?s your name?? I asked gently, then glanced over my shoulder to Billy when she didn?t answer. ?Said it was Sarah,? Billy shrugged with indifference..

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