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“ Alex Smith asked his best friend jack while they walked home from school one fall afternoon.
“ My moms ducey boyfriend is staying over again and you know how much I hate that guy” Alex sighed with frustration Alex Johnson was tall and lean he stood about 6’1 and had light brown hair, with piercing green eyes.
He rocked it in and out slowly while applying pressure on my clit using his thumb. He took his finger out and bunched the saree and petticoat and pushed it over my hip and calmly admired my pussy in the light for a few seconds . He drew his face eagerly, closer to my mound and planted a deep kiss on it. He grabbed my breast while his tongue went for my pussy. I gripped his hair very tight and released myself as I jolted.
He pressed my breast with such a force as if he was kneading the dough for roti. I was shouting sounds that I had made never before.. with my eyes shut and all other senses wide open .. The climax was building up by the second in me and sensing this from the more urgent gasps and sounds I make he continued the pattern and increased the pace. schluk..cluck ” He was rubbing over my clit with his nose while his tongue was deep inside. I felt that my juices were flowing out endless, and after what seemed like a lifetime I went limp and stood panting for breath. His fingers travelled along the contour of my body stopping for a good amount of time at all the crucial spots. I was wondering how come I failed to notice such a huge hard on hidden behind those pants all the while.
I shall hold you along with the stool to be safe.” , with that his left hand was on my foot. and muttered an aimless “Thanks” to him, tried to clean further . Within a few seconds , I felt his hand creep up a bit . I felt his hand creep up on my bare leg and rest on the knee for a while.. One side of my brain was screaming to warn that I am at the ‘point of no return’ while the other half was already lulled and taken over by needs and desire.
It now reached the base of my petticoat resting squarely at my creamy white thigh.The little murky light showing up in the sky from what’s left of the day added to the romantic effect of the whole setting.Together, the sound of the rain and the beautiful old song playing in the radio reminded me of my husband.I gasped and stopped cleaning and looked down into his eyes. He continued to perform the circular motion and let his hand travel further upwards.. Our eyes were still locked as his hand went for my navel while his other hand at the mid thigh region drew circles advancing closer to my pussy.His hand reached my deep navel and he placed his index finger inside, and simultaneously he placed the palm of his ‘killer’ hand right on my pussy. He wasted no time in caressing my pussy lips and applied pressure with his middle finger in an attempt to insert.