24-04-2019, 03:00 PM
14.2.2
With that provoking smile, she raised both her thick arms and clasped it over her head. A clean shaven deer skin toned armpits with deep cuts. Little sprouts of hair to spice up the mood. Seeing the camera with the corner of her eyes, she stuck of her tongue yet again letting out a thick stream of divine juice. It fell slowly from her tongue like honey strands from honeycomb. It landed on her right armpit and started to drip further down slowly. The queen turned to her left to do so. He felt uneasy. Sever sweating and ball tightness made his throat dry. A few drops of sperm already brewed at the tip of his inner wear. Can he let it out? This is beyond control. Gripping more, he decided to continue.
As saliva dripped from both of her pits, she opened her mouth wide seeing the cam. In his 52 inch TV, he felt like jumping and crashing his cock into his TV. A gaping wide milfy mouth. As she rolled her tongue within, saliva dripped from the sides of her lip. She moved her hips in circular motion, while Anu’s face is working over her pits. Nothing is horny than watching a milf, licking her own pits. He could see slight movements on her hanging tits as she bended to shake her hips. There is definitely no bra. A sharp nipple pokie cam on her satin saree indicating her fruits were bare. Anu started biting her armpits and slurping it with a loud noise. As she did, saliva dripped all over her side lips and pits.
He desperately needed some air. His trouser fabric could not control the erection. He felt like freeing it out to swing and spurt out free. Some last minute determination still remained. Gulping heavily he continued.
She brought her arms down to her belly. Pushing the saree a little bit, she bent forward and spitted. It fell on her navel. A dark deep wife like navel. Pressing it hard with her thumb, she used the remaining fingers to do a circular massage round her navel. As she rubbed violently using both her hands on her navel, the jerk made her jugs wiggle faster from front to back. As she kept rubbing biting her lower lip, he could see Anu’s saree front coming inch by inch from her shoulder to the front.
His dick skyrocketed. He prayed she must keep rubbing. And his wish fulfilled. Anu kept fingering on her navel so hard that her saree pulled to the front inch by inch. And then …..
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With that provoking smile, she raised both her thick arms and clasped it over her head. A clean shaven deer skin toned armpits with deep cuts. Little sprouts of hair to spice up the mood. Seeing the camera with the corner of her eyes, she stuck of her tongue yet again letting out a thick stream of divine juice. It fell slowly from her tongue like honey strands from honeycomb. It landed on her right armpit and started to drip further down slowly. The queen turned to her left to do so. He felt uneasy. Sever sweating and ball tightness made his throat dry. A few drops of sperm already brewed at the tip of his inner wear. Can he let it out? This is beyond control. Gripping more, he decided to continue.
As saliva dripped from both of her pits, she opened her mouth wide seeing the cam. In his 52 inch TV, he felt like jumping and crashing his cock into his TV. A gaping wide milfy mouth. As she rolled her tongue within, saliva dripped from the sides of her lip. She moved her hips in circular motion, while Anu’s face is working over her pits. Nothing is horny than watching a milf, licking her own pits. He could see slight movements on her hanging tits as she bended to shake her hips. There is definitely no bra. A sharp nipple pokie cam on her satin saree indicating her fruits were bare. Anu started biting her armpits and slurping it with a loud noise. As she did, saliva dripped all over her side lips and pits.
He desperately needed some air. His trouser fabric could not control the erection. He felt like freeing it out to swing and spurt out free. Some last minute determination still remained. Gulping heavily he continued.
She brought her arms down to her belly. Pushing the saree a little bit, she bent forward and spitted. It fell on her navel. A dark deep wife like navel. Pressing it hard with her thumb, she used the remaining fingers to do a circular massage round her navel. As she rubbed violently using both her hands on her navel, the jerk made her jugs wiggle faster from front to back. As she kept rubbing biting her lower lip, he could see Anu’s saree front coming inch by inch from her shoulder to the front.
His dick skyrocketed. He prayed she must keep rubbing. And his wish fulfilled. Anu kept fingering on her navel so hard that her saree pulled to the front inch by inch. And then …..
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