Horny Indian Aunty In Bed Morning Masturbation In Desi Style

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I edged around counter clockwise, lapping and kissing between her legs and around her sexy pubic mound. Her hand grasped at my leg as I was turning, pulling my bottom half towards her, until I had completely straddled her chest. I could feel her shuffling beneath me, as I attacked her pussy from the opposite direction. Suddenly I was indulging on Elizabeth’s sweet pudenda and having my own pussy licked at the same time. I was aching and horny, wet and excited in a way I hadn’t felt for ages. It was as if Elizabeth had pushed every button I had. I was prepared to give myself to the moment, to give her the best oral sex I knew how. I knew my drizzling dew box would be amply rewarded by her loving tongue. Elizabeth gave me orgasm after orgasm, making me tremble right down my toes. We kissed and cuddled, rolling on the bed in passionate love snuggle. The sleepiness induced by our love-making had led us both into a dreamy snooze, where the sheep were counting clouds and the cows were. He said he hadn't been able to stop thinking about me since our brief escapade and before he left the country permanently he wanted a engraved reminder of all of my juicy assests when he came to Manchester . He wasn't beating about the bush - no pun intended and I didn't have anything to loose but a lot of throbbing to gain. When he contacted me in the week I had already made plans to be away for the weekend which I couldn't get out of otherwise he could of fucked me gladly from Friday to Sunday but as our time window was short I knew it would happen as soon as possible. We arranged for the Monday after I came back from my weekend away. He booked a hotel and would leave a key for me in reception with clear instructions to bring an overnight bag - he obviously intended to shag me dry !! My thoughts were running riot as I made arrangements to come back to Manchester earlier giving me time to prep and get warmed up. I definetley had worked up an appetite for him by the time I got in.
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