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Amy looked at the ground, embarrassed."I might need some help," she said, a little sheepishly, and showed Lucy the bulge in her crotch.Lucy smiled and undid Amy's jeans, letting the hard monster cock free of its restraints. The gentle upward curve and smooth-looking flesh made Lucy shiver with delight as she lowered her face to it and kissed the tip.Amy moaned as Lucy worked her way down from the tip, kissing and licking slowly all the way down to her balls. Amy moaned louder as Lucy sucked on her balls, stretching her sack as she sucked part of it into her mouth, making love to it with her mouth.Lucy kissed back up to the tip and then kissed Amy on the lips deeply and passionately, their tongues seemed to wrestle with each other and their hands clawed at clothing. In under a minute, they were both naked and aroused. Amy could literally see Lucy's juices dripping from her pink, shaved pussy and onto the leaves and dirt below it.Lucy threw her legs over Amy, straddling her stomach,. On the day for lunch: I rang the bell and Kavitha opened the door. She looked gorgeous than ever with her mangalsutra, bindi, and kumkum on her forehead. She was in red color saree. That’s the day I fell for her. I handed over a gift to Kavitha this time in fact not a personal gift but for the family and as usual I gave chocolates to the kids. I was playing with the kids and before 1 PM, she invited for lunch. Meanwhile, one her of kids wanted to use the restroom for which Kavitha took him, I had to wash hands and I went to wash basin but the other kid was doing playing with the water there and asked me to use the bathroom. I went that way during which I saw Kavitha entering the restroom with her kid by tying her saree till her knees. I saw her milky white legs and she didn’t notice me looking at her. My heart was raging looking at her beauty.It was such a beautiful feeling, I fell in love with her beauty. I washed my hands in another restroom and came back to the dining table. She.
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