18-11-2020, 01:10 PM
Imran then began to nuzzle her neck from behind, it was an intensely romantic scene, Jyoti was lying there with her legs closed shut, and her arms over her massive milk tankers and Imran was lying behind her, his stinky hairy chest against her milky back and his dirty beard tickling her neck as he was constantly giving small kisses and licks on her shoulders, cheeks, ear lobes, etc.
She had tightly shut her eyes and now just like water was being guided along the contours set by Imran. Imran then took his hands and began running it first on her scalp, giving a massage of sorts, then along her neck, rubbing her neck muscles until he felt them soften up (meaning she was relaxed) then he slid his hands further south and traced the curves of her body, of her waist and hips, then he slid his hands over her belly, making sure to playfully glabfistfuls of her ample flesh and squeeze (making her giggle due to tickling sensation)
he then traced his hands northwards and encountered her hands guarding her treasures, he didn’t have to force anything then, he merely kept sliding his hands upwards and merely nudged her hands away and slid his hands in between her milk tankers and hands so basically he had his hands over her massive mumme (boobs) and hands so basically there was no reason to keep covering them
, but still…. Imran was gently tracing his hands over her mounds, he was feeling the silky softness of her skin and enjoying its fullness. He then began to take her nipples between each of his fingers in his hand and manipulated them in different ways ranging from rubbing them, tweaking them like radio knobs, and downright squeezing them hard as he could making her squirm in pain and pleasure.
He was mauling them brutally by squeezing them very hard with his laborer palms so that the flesh of her milk tankers could be seen bulging between the gaps of his fingers. Then to test her resistance Imran snuck his other hand under her and slid it under her other boob and began to do the same, so essentially he was brutally mauling both of her milk tankers now making her squirm and yelp in delight.
Jyoti- sssssssssssssshhhhhhhhhh, OUCH!, aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh, nneeeeeehhhhiiiiiiiiii….
Imran- “kyu maza aa raha hai?” (why having fun?)
Jyoti- oooooohhhhhhh haaaaannnn “ooohhhhhh yessssss”
Every time he squeezed her boobs hard she would buck her hips and her massive ass would crash against his naked cock, he would feel his cock trying to lodge in between her ass cheeks, only held back by the flimsy material of her panties.
She had tightly shut her eyes and now just like water was being guided along the contours set by Imran. Imran then took his hands and began running it first on her scalp, giving a massage of sorts, then along her neck, rubbing her neck muscles until he felt them soften up (meaning she was relaxed) then he slid his hands further south and traced the curves of her body, of her waist and hips, then he slid his hands over her belly, making sure to playfully glabfistfuls of her ample flesh and squeeze (making her giggle due to tickling sensation)
he then traced his hands northwards and encountered her hands guarding her treasures, he didn’t have to force anything then, he merely kept sliding his hands upwards and merely nudged her hands away and slid his hands in between her milk tankers and hands so basically he had his hands over her massive mumme (boobs) and hands so basically there was no reason to keep covering them
, but still…. Imran was gently tracing his hands over her mounds, he was feeling the silky softness of her skin and enjoying its fullness. He then began to take her nipples between each of his fingers in his hand and manipulated them in different ways ranging from rubbing them, tweaking them like radio knobs, and downright squeezing them hard as he could making her squirm in pain and pleasure.
He was mauling them brutally by squeezing them very hard with his laborer palms so that the flesh of her milk tankers could be seen bulging between the gaps of his fingers. Then to test her resistance Imran snuck his other hand under her and slid it under her other boob and began to do the same, so essentially he was brutally mauling both of her milk tankers now making her squirm and yelp in delight.
Jyoti- sssssssssssssshhhhhhhhhh, OUCH!, aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh, nneeeeeehhhhiiiiiiiiii….
Imran- “kyu maza aa raha hai?” (why having fun?)
Jyoti- oooooohhhhhhh haaaaannnn “ooohhhhhh yessssss”
Every time he squeezed her boobs hard she would buck her hips and her massive ass would crash against his naked cock, he would feel his cock trying to lodge in between her ass cheeks, only held back by the flimsy material of her panties.