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She was more abuzz now than before. She purred as I press her magic button and my fingers moved over her slippery inner walls. My nipples were erect a...d tingling as I pushed my pussy up to my probing fingers.Thoughts and memories returned in alliance with my fingers. John's cock pumping hot sperm deep in my love hole; Kate astride my thighs, leaving a slick silver streak on my black stockings; her head between my legs and her eyes fixed on mine as her tongue brought me to an orgasm. The images. She was shorter than me but the right height, Her short brown hair framed her face, She had Deep green eyes and plump lips. Hour glass shape body but everything in proportion, firm tits with with a matching arse thick thighs nice legs a tattoo on her inner thigh of a sugar skull.It was about 1 am, TV still on nothing to watch, Just me and my Aunty enjoying the silence, I would catch her playing with her nipples every now and again, The booze and weed was starting to wear off and the heat was. I rolled back on to my back and pushed him away. He fought me at first thinking it was still my body acting on its own, and then finally gave way. “Stop, stop, please stop…,” I moaned, my hands waving at his face. “Something wrong?” he asked, nervously. “Oh no, nothing wrong, get a bit sensitive now. You were amazing,” I assured him. “Okay cool, thought I messed up there,” he said smiling his face covered in our juices. “Hand me my purse,” I instructed. “Here you go,” he said handing it. So I want her to be near to me and introduced her to my sister. Now my sister and preethi are good friends. One day on festival I invited preethi to come to my home along with my sister and she readily accepted. It was sankranthi and now my girlfriend is at my home. As we use to live away and used to have only phone conversation, I hesitated to touch her. Finally I got some courage and want to seduce her, on the evening she arrived she was coming out of bathroom and was alone and I went near.
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