29-06-2020, 07:14 AM
After some time, Jamela asked him, "Please stop now, Jawad. Please stop it, we shouldn't have gone this far. We've done already enough more than we should have." Jamela was trying to pull herself away from this carnal experience, but by this time he had pulled up her qameez and started kneading her breasts over the bra.
He grabbed both of her tits, squeezing them, and then he moved up the bottom of her bra, exposing her nipples, gently rolling them between his fingertips. He unclasped her bra, releasing her full ripe breasts into his full view; they looked so beautiful and inviting and he started to lick and suck them, startling her again.
He began sucking her nipple harder and faster, driving her crazy with need; she started to pull away from him so he increased his sucking to a point where it felt too good for her to stop him. He moved over to the other breast and slowly began tonguing it before taking that nipple into his mouth. He sucked hard and fast on it just like he had with the other, causing her to throw back her head in pleasure, moaning out loud, and holding him tightly, pulling his head into her bosom.
Jamela just couldn't believe what was happening and her mind was racing so fast. Her knees started to get weak and she had to sit down on the edge of the bed and Jawad knelt down to take one of her inflated nipples into his mouth.
His warm tongue licked across her swollen nipples, and while he sucked softly on one of her puffy pink nipples he began to caress and rub the other one, sending her into a state of sexual confusion, her body filled with passion. Jawad had sucked her nipples to the point where they were fully erect.
Her succulent breasts looked huge in proportion to her waist and Jawad licked her breasts up and down and was having his way with her, her cunt becoming swollen and wet as he sucked her tits like they were his lifelines.
Jawad slipped his hand down to her belly and then slowly inched lower and lower, gently caressing his way down to her inner thighs, caressing the silkiness of her inner thighs. Jamela wanted to stop him but she couldn't resist as she felt him softly massaging her pussy through the material of her shilwar.
His hands pushed her legs farther apart and the feel of his strong hands were driving her mad, sending chills up her spine and turning her blood into warm honey that stirred and pooled in her belly awaiting release. It felt so good and Jamela thought she would let him do this for a few minutes more and then she would have to make him stop.
"Can I see your pussy, Jamela Bhabi?" he asked in a husky whisper. His finger never stopped moving, although it was maddeningly slow. His crude words only aroused her more. Her husband had never spoken to her that way and she didn't know exactly how to respond, but she knew she needed direct contact.
"But only to look at it," she said, her words belying her true need.
He grabbed both of her tits, squeezing them, and then he moved up the bottom of her bra, exposing her nipples, gently rolling them between his fingertips. He unclasped her bra, releasing her full ripe breasts into his full view; they looked so beautiful and inviting and he started to lick and suck them, startling her again.
He began sucking her nipple harder and faster, driving her crazy with need; she started to pull away from him so he increased his sucking to a point where it felt too good for her to stop him. He moved over to the other breast and slowly began tonguing it before taking that nipple into his mouth. He sucked hard and fast on it just like he had with the other, causing her to throw back her head in pleasure, moaning out loud, and holding him tightly, pulling his head into her bosom.
Jamela just couldn't believe what was happening and her mind was racing so fast. Her knees started to get weak and she had to sit down on the edge of the bed and Jawad knelt down to take one of her inflated nipples into his mouth.
His warm tongue licked across her swollen nipples, and while he sucked softly on one of her puffy pink nipples he began to caress and rub the other one, sending her into a state of sexual confusion, her body filled with passion. Jawad had sucked her nipples to the point where they were fully erect.
Her succulent breasts looked huge in proportion to her waist and Jawad licked her breasts up and down and was having his way with her, her cunt becoming swollen and wet as he sucked her tits like they were his lifelines.
Jawad slipped his hand down to her belly and then slowly inched lower and lower, gently caressing his way down to her inner thighs, caressing the silkiness of her inner thighs. Jamela wanted to stop him but she couldn't resist as she felt him softly massaging her pussy through the material of her shilwar.
His hands pushed her legs farther apart and the feel of his strong hands were driving her mad, sending chills up her spine and turning her blood into warm honey that stirred and pooled in her belly awaiting release. It felt so good and Jamela thought she would let him do this for a few minutes more and then she would have to make him stop.
"Can I see your pussy, Jamela Bhabi?" he asked in a husky whisper. His finger never stopped moving, although it was maddeningly slow. His crude words only aroused her more. Her husband had never spoken to her that way and she didn't know exactly how to respond, but she knew she needed direct contact.
"But only to look at it," she said, her words belying her true need.
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