23-08-2025, 08:49 PM
Then, with a shy, determined glance at me, My Mom reached into her handbag and pulled out a wet wipe. She opened it carefully and leaned down, delicately wiping her own vagina, cleaning herself with slow, deliberate movements. Her hips shifted slightly as she did so, buttocks resting lightly on the table, breasts rising and falling with each breath, waist curving naturally as she ensured she was fully fresh and clean.
The sight of her taking care of herself, intimate yet controlled, made my heart race. Every part of her—the soft swell of her breasts, the smooth, clean-shaved vagina, the curve of her waist, and the gentle roundness of her buttocks—was vivid, exposed, and completely alive in that moment.
As Naresh, who thoroughly enjoyed making love to my mom’s pussy, sat on the chair tired, Rajan came forward.
Rajan gently turned My Mom around, guiding her to kneel on the table on her hands and knees. Her Yellow Petticoat rested around her hips, the fabric bunched slightly as he lifted it carefully, revealing her bare vagina and anus.
His eyes lingered on her, a low, husky sound of admiration escaping his lips.
“Aunty… your vagina… your anus… they’re so beautiful,” he murmured, fingers tracing lightly along her hips, buttocks, and waist. He leaned closer, letting his gaze roam over the smooth, clean-shaved outer lips of her vagina and the delicate curve of her anus, his voice full of awe.
My Mom shivered slightly, hips shifting under his touch, buttocks trembling lightly, waist curving naturally, and breasts rising and falling under the table’s soft light. Her lips parted in a small moan, glancing back at me briefly, holding my hand tightly as if to share the intimacy of the moment.
I couldn’t look away. Every inch of her—the smooth, clean-shaved vagina, the delicate anus, the curve of her waist, the roundness of her buttocks, and the soft rise and fall of her breasts—was fully exposed and completely alive under Naresh’s gaze. The admiration in his voice, the careful attention of his hands, and the shiver running through her body made the scene utterly consuming.
Rajan’s hands moved deliberately over My Mom’s hips and buttocks, pressing lightly as he leaned closer to her bare vagina and anus. His eyes roamed hungrily over every inch, and he murmured softly,
“Every part of you is perfect… I can’t get enough of your vagina and anus, My Mom.”
My Mom’s hips lifted slightly, vagina tightening around nothing but air, anus quivering lightly, buttocks trembling with anticipation. Her breasts bounced as she adjusted on her hands, waist shifting, lips parting in soft moans. She glanced back at me, holding my hand, sharing the intensity of the moment as her body responded to him completely.
Rajan traced his fingers over her vagina, teasing the smooth, clean-shaved outer lips, then moved toward her anus, running his fingertips gently along the delicate skin. My Mom gasped, a long shivering moan escaping her lips, hips rocking slightly with each touch, buttocks pressing against his hands, waist rising and falling.
Every movement, every sound, every shiver made it impossible for me to look away. Her vagina glistening, anus soft and inviting, breasts heaving, hips trembling, and buttocks quivering—My Mom was completely alive, completely consumed by pleasure under his hands.
As Rajan was about to get on the Table and fuck my mom in the doggy position, Prakash who was feasting his eyes all over my mom’s Asshole and Pussy, “Rajan, I can’t control, bro, le me fuck her, please,” as he begged, “enjoy,” Rajan said and gave way for Prakash. Happily, Prakash got on top of the table, positioned himself carefully behind My Mom, aligning his penis with her vagina. I watched, hand in hers, as he slowly entered her, inch by inch. My Mom’s soft moan escaped her lips, a long, trembling sound:
“Mmmmmmm… ah… Prakash…”
Her hips lifted instinctively to receive him, vagina clenching slightly, anus brushing the table, buttocks trembling lightly with each movement. Her breasts bounced as she leaned forward on her hands, waist arching naturally, lips parting in soft gasps.
Prakash’s hands rested firmly on her hips and waist, guiding her hips with each thrust, groaning softly as he lost himself in the pleasure. Every movement made her shiver, vagina tightening, buttocks quivering, breasts rising and falling under the soft light.
Her moans filled the dressing room, soft and continuous, hips moving with his, vagina glistening, anus quivering slightly, waist bending into him. I stayed close, hand in hers, feeling the warmth and intensity of every motion, utterly captivated by the intimacy and desire unfolding before me.
My Mom’s hips shuddered violently, vagina tightening around Prakash’s cock, her anus quivering lightly, buttocks trembling with each thrust. Her breasts bounced freely, waist rising and falling as she gasped and moaned through parted lips.
My Mom suddenly turned her lips toward me, eyes glinting with heat and urgency. She pulled me close, and began kissing my lips in a deep, passionate kiss. Her hands gripped my shoulders as she pressed herself against me, sharing the intensity of the moment.
With a long, trembling moan escaping her lips, My Mom let out:
“mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmm”
Her vagina clenching tightly around Naresh, hips shuddering, buttocks quivering. At the same instant, Naresh groaned as he reached climax:
“aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah”
Her breasts heaved, waist and hips trembling, anus quivering slightly, vagina still clenching as she rode the waves of orgasm. I held her close, kissing her back, feeling her pulse and the shivers that ran through her bare body. The dressing room was filled with trembling hips, vagina, buttocks, and the shared intimacy of the moment, utterly consuming all three of us.
My Mom’s hips slowly relaxed, vagina still trembling lightly around Prakash, anus quivering, buttocks settling back onto the table. Her breasts rose and fell freely, nipples softening, waist bending naturally as she exhaled deeply, lips parting in soft, lingering moans:
“mmmmmmmmmmm”
Prakash sank beside her, chest heaving, fingers still lightly grazing her hips and waist, eyes half-closed as he caught his breath. I stayed close, hand in hers, feeling the warmth of her bare body and the subtle tremors that remained in her vagina, anus, hips, and buttocks.
My Mom looked at me, eyes glinting with a mix of shyness and satisfaction, and her lips curved in a small, tired smile. I leaned closer, brushing my lips against hers, tasting the remnants of the passion we had shared.
Her Yellow Petticoat was slightly disheveled around her hips and buttocks, framing her bare breasts, vagina, and waist. Every inch of her radiated warmth and the slow, lingering pulse of pleasure. I couldn’t tear my eyes away, caught between awe and desire—My Mom, completely alive and exposed, vagina and anus still sensitive, breasts heaving softly, buttocks trembling, and the shared heat of what we had just experienced together.
Prakash gently helped My Mom adjust herself, smoothing the Yellow Petticoat around her hips and buttocks, letting it settle properly. Her waist curved slightly as she shifted, breasts rising and falling freely, vagina and anus still sensitive from their shared pleasure.
My Mom leaned back for a moment, taking a deep breath, lips parting in a soft moan:
“mmmmmmmmmmm”
I held her hand, feeling the warmth of her trembling hips and buttocks, watching her recover from the intensity. Naresh rested beside her, chest still heaving, fingers lightly tracing her waist and hips, admiration still clear in his eyes.
My Mom adjusted the Yellow Petticoat fully, making sure it framed her bare vagina and anus modestly now, while her breasts continued to rise and fall with each breath. She glanced back at me, eyes soft but still glowing with the lingering heat of the moment, and brushed her lips gently against mine.
Her hips shifted subtly, buttocks settling against the table, vagina relaxing, and a quiet, satisfied sigh escaped her lips:
“mmmmmmmmmmm”
The room was filled with the aftershocks of passion—the warmth of her bare breasts, vagina, anus, waist, and buttocks, the gentle pulse still lingering in her hips, and the shared intimacy between the three of us. Every detail was vivid, every movement alive, leaving a calm, intimate hush over the dressing room.
As Prakash got off the table enjoying my mom’s pussy thoroughly and sat on the chair next to Naresh, who enjoyed my mom’s pussy before him, they both gave a high give and smiled at each other and relaxed, Rajan went near my mom.
Rajan smiled at My Mom, a warm, teasing glint in his eyes. He reached into her bag and picked up a wet wipe. Gently, he lifted her Yellow Petticoat, exposing her vagina. His fingers held the wipe carefully as he cleaned her, running it lightly over the smooth, clean-shaved outer lips.
My Mom let out a soft moan as he worked:
“mmmmmmmmmmm”
Then, with careful, deliberate movements, My Mom leaned slightly and used a separate wipe on her anus, cleaning herself fully. Her hips shifted slightly, buttocks trembling under her own touch, vagina glistening softly, and waist arching as she took care of herself.
I held her hand, watching every motion—the delicate, intimate attention she gave to her own vagina and anus, the gentle rise and fall of her breasts, hips shifting, buttocks quivering slightly, and the soft, satisfied moan escaping her lips:
“mmmmmmmmmmm”
The dressing room was quiet, filled only with the intimate rhythm of their recovery. Every detail—the smooth vagina, sensitive anus, soft breasts, trembling hips, and buttocks—was vivid and alive, leaving a lingering warmth and tension in the air.
The sight of her taking care of herself, intimate yet controlled, made my heart race. Every part of her—the soft swell of her breasts, the smooth, clean-shaved vagina, the curve of her waist, and the gentle roundness of her buttocks—was vivid, exposed, and completely alive in that moment.
As Naresh, who thoroughly enjoyed making love to my mom’s pussy, sat on the chair tired, Rajan came forward.
Rajan gently turned My Mom around, guiding her to kneel on the table on her hands and knees. Her Yellow Petticoat rested around her hips, the fabric bunched slightly as he lifted it carefully, revealing her bare vagina and anus.
His eyes lingered on her, a low, husky sound of admiration escaping his lips.
“Aunty… your vagina… your anus… they’re so beautiful,” he murmured, fingers tracing lightly along her hips, buttocks, and waist. He leaned closer, letting his gaze roam over the smooth, clean-shaved outer lips of her vagina and the delicate curve of her anus, his voice full of awe.
My Mom shivered slightly, hips shifting under his touch, buttocks trembling lightly, waist curving naturally, and breasts rising and falling under the table’s soft light. Her lips parted in a small moan, glancing back at me briefly, holding my hand tightly as if to share the intimacy of the moment.
I couldn’t look away. Every inch of her—the smooth, clean-shaved vagina, the delicate anus, the curve of her waist, the roundness of her buttocks, and the soft rise and fall of her breasts—was fully exposed and completely alive under Naresh’s gaze. The admiration in his voice, the careful attention of his hands, and the shiver running through her body made the scene utterly consuming.
Rajan’s hands moved deliberately over My Mom’s hips and buttocks, pressing lightly as he leaned closer to her bare vagina and anus. His eyes roamed hungrily over every inch, and he murmured softly,
“Every part of you is perfect… I can’t get enough of your vagina and anus, My Mom.”
My Mom’s hips lifted slightly, vagina tightening around nothing but air, anus quivering lightly, buttocks trembling with anticipation. Her breasts bounced as she adjusted on her hands, waist shifting, lips parting in soft moans. She glanced back at me, holding my hand, sharing the intensity of the moment as her body responded to him completely.
Rajan traced his fingers over her vagina, teasing the smooth, clean-shaved outer lips, then moved toward her anus, running his fingertips gently along the delicate skin. My Mom gasped, a long shivering moan escaping her lips, hips rocking slightly with each touch, buttocks pressing against his hands, waist rising and falling.
Every movement, every sound, every shiver made it impossible for me to look away. Her vagina glistening, anus soft and inviting, breasts heaving, hips trembling, and buttocks quivering—My Mom was completely alive, completely consumed by pleasure under his hands.
As Rajan was about to get on the Table and fuck my mom in the doggy position, Prakash who was feasting his eyes all over my mom’s Asshole and Pussy, “Rajan, I can’t control, bro, le me fuck her, please,” as he begged, “enjoy,” Rajan said and gave way for Prakash. Happily, Prakash got on top of the table, positioned himself carefully behind My Mom, aligning his penis with her vagina. I watched, hand in hers, as he slowly entered her, inch by inch. My Mom’s soft moan escaped her lips, a long, trembling sound:
“Mmmmmmm… ah… Prakash…”
Her hips lifted instinctively to receive him, vagina clenching slightly, anus brushing the table, buttocks trembling lightly with each movement. Her breasts bounced as she leaned forward on her hands, waist arching naturally, lips parting in soft gasps.
Prakash’s hands rested firmly on her hips and waist, guiding her hips with each thrust, groaning softly as he lost himself in the pleasure. Every movement made her shiver, vagina tightening, buttocks quivering, breasts rising and falling under the soft light.
Her moans filled the dressing room, soft and continuous, hips moving with his, vagina glistening, anus quivering slightly, waist bending into him. I stayed close, hand in hers, feeling the warmth and intensity of every motion, utterly captivated by the intimacy and desire unfolding before me.
My Mom’s hips shuddered violently, vagina tightening around Prakash’s cock, her anus quivering lightly, buttocks trembling with each thrust. Her breasts bounced freely, waist rising and falling as she gasped and moaned through parted lips.
My Mom suddenly turned her lips toward me, eyes glinting with heat and urgency. She pulled me close, and began kissing my lips in a deep, passionate kiss. Her hands gripped my shoulders as she pressed herself against me, sharing the intensity of the moment.
With a long, trembling moan escaping her lips, My Mom let out:
“mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmm”
Her vagina clenching tightly around Naresh, hips shuddering, buttocks quivering. At the same instant, Naresh groaned as he reached climax:
“aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah”
Her breasts heaved, waist and hips trembling, anus quivering slightly, vagina still clenching as she rode the waves of orgasm. I held her close, kissing her back, feeling her pulse and the shivers that ran through her bare body. The dressing room was filled with trembling hips, vagina, buttocks, and the shared intimacy of the moment, utterly consuming all three of us.
My Mom’s hips slowly relaxed, vagina still trembling lightly around Prakash, anus quivering, buttocks settling back onto the table. Her breasts rose and fell freely, nipples softening, waist bending naturally as she exhaled deeply, lips parting in soft, lingering moans:
“mmmmmmmmmmm”
Prakash sank beside her, chest heaving, fingers still lightly grazing her hips and waist, eyes half-closed as he caught his breath. I stayed close, hand in hers, feeling the warmth of her bare body and the subtle tremors that remained in her vagina, anus, hips, and buttocks.
My Mom looked at me, eyes glinting with a mix of shyness and satisfaction, and her lips curved in a small, tired smile. I leaned closer, brushing my lips against hers, tasting the remnants of the passion we had shared.
Her Yellow Petticoat was slightly disheveled around her hips and buttocks, framing her bare breasts, vagina, and waist. Every inch of her radiated warmth and the slow, lingering pulse of pleasure. I couldn’t tear my eyes away, caught between awe and desire—My Mom, completely alive and exposed, vagina and anus still sensitive, breasts heaving softly, buttocks trembling, and the shared heat of what we had just experienced together.
Prakash gently helped My Mom adjust herself, smoothing the Yellow Petticoat around her hips and buttocks, letting it settle properly. Her waist curved slightly as she shifted, breasts rising and falling freely, vagina and anus still sensitive from their shared pleasure.
My Mom leaned back for a moment, taking a deep breath, lips parting in a soft moan:
“mmmmmmmmmmm”
I held her hand, feeling the warmth of her trembling hips and buttocks, watching her recover from the intensity. Naresh rested beside her, chest still heaving, fingers lightly tracing her waist and hips, admiration still clear in his eyes.
My Mom adjusted the Yellow Petticoat fully, making sure it framed her bare vagina and anus modestly now, while her breasts continued to rise and fall with each breath. She glanced back at me, eyes soft but still glowing with the lingering heat of the moment, and brushed her lips gently against mine.
Her hips shifted subtly, buttocks settling against the table, vagina relaxing, and a quiet, satisfied sigh escaped her lips:
“mmmmmmmmmmm”
The room was filled with the aftershocks of passion—the warmth of her bare breasts, vagina, anus, waist, and buttocks, the gentle pulse still lingering in her hips, and the shared intimacy between the three of us. Every detail was vivid, every movement alive, leaving a calm, intimate hush over the dressing room.
As Prakash got off the table enjoying my mom’s pussy thoroughly and sat on the chair next to Naresh, who enjoyed my mom’s pussy before him, they both gave a high give and smiled at each other and relaxed, Rajan went near my mom.
Rajan smiled at My Mom, a warm, teasing glint in his eyes. He reached into her bag and picked up a wet wipe. Gently, he lifted her Yellow Petticoat, exposing her vagina. His fingers held the wipe carefully as he cleaned her, running it lightly over the smooth, clean-shaved outer lips.
My Mom let out a soft moan as he worked:
“mmmmmmmmmmm”
Then, with careful, deliberate movements, My Mom leaned slightly and used a separate wipe on her anus, cleaning herself fully. Her hips shifted slightly, buttocks trembling under her own touch, vagina glistening softly, and waist arching as she took care of herself.
I held her hand, watching every motion—the delicate, intimate attention she gave to her own vagina and anus, the gentle rise and fall of her breasts, hips shifting, buttocks quivering slightly, and the soft, satisfied moan escaping her lips:
“mmmmmmmmmmm”
The dressing room was quiet, filled only with the intimate rhythm of their recovery. Every detail—the smooth vagina, sensitive anus, soft breasts, trembling hips, and buttocks—was vivid and alive, leaving a lingering warmth and tension in the air.
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