Desi Village Bhabhi Ki Mast Chudai

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Mujhe dekh kr uska lund khada hone laga or usne jaldi se towel lapet lia. phirMe: Tarun yr meri shirt bheeg gayi h mujhe thand lag jayegi.Tarun: koi ni tum ye shirt utar kr meri tshirt pehen lo.Mai bohot naughty mood me thi islie maine wahin pr apni shirt utaar di phir tshirt dhoondhne lagi. wo bohot excited ho gya. Mai tshirt le kar uske pas baith gayi or Mai apna haath uska taang per fairne lagi or uska lund khada ho gya. Mai uska towel hata kr uska lund sehlane lagi. Wo meri taraf dekh kr muskuraya or mere baal pakad kr mjhe kiss krne laga. Mai uska lund aage peeche karne lagi. Usne meri bra utaar di or mere boobs dabane lag gaya.Mai bohot horny ho gayi thi. Maine uska lund apne muuh me le lia or zor se choosne lagi.Usne mere baal pakad kr poora lund mere mooh me daal dia..Uska lund mne apne boobs k beech me dabaa ke m zor zor se aage peeche kr ri thi. wo boht excited ho gya or usne meri jeans b utaar di. Mai ab poori nangi hokr uske saamne khadi thi.maine uske aankhon par patti. The doors had been opened. Carol slowly lowered her lips to Marcia's waiting mouth. Her daughter opened her mouth as Carol's lips brushed hers. Marcia slid her hands around her mother's neck and started running her fingers through her hair. Carol pressed her lips against Marcia's and slowly put her tongue into her daughter's mouth. Marcia started caressing Carol's tongue with her own. As Carol pressed the kiss deeper, she slid on top of her daughter's body. Carol could not get enough of Marcia's eager mouth. She let Marcia put her tongue into her own mouth. As their lips pressed tightly together, Carol moved her hands down to her daughter's pantyhose covered hips and ass. The feel of the smooth nylon against Marcia's legs kept Carol's nipples hard. Carol broke the kiss and began slowly kissing and licking Marcia's neck. She slowly worked her lips and tongue to Marcia's breasts. She brought her hands up and unbuttoned her daughter's blouse down to her waist. She pulled her blouse back.
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