South Indian Aunty Fucking In Missionary Style

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He started biting on my bareback, which was an ultimate turn-on.He leaned over me and continued to kiss my back and neck. In the process, he bit my neck so hard that I screamed in pleasure and pain. It was a hard and strong hickey (love bite).As I screamed, he gave me a hard slap on my butt, which gave me shivering in my spine. Boss whispered, “Keerthiga, behave yourself and don’t scream. It’s an office.”I wondered what he meant to say? Am I the one who is making out on the office desk and cabin, or he? He continued squeezing my butts kept switching from left to right and right to left ass cheeks.I can say he was literally attracted to my ass cheeks. Then he held me by my left arm and pushed me on to the wall in reverse. He gave me a hard bite on the back just above my black bra hooks and started licking the bruised skin.His hands continued rubbing my inners thighs. I was afraid my dress would fall away from the shoulders, I was shivering in excitement, pleasure, and my body was on. Again my dick started to stand erect.That time (oh what the fuck!!!) the phone rang, i went to attend and returned back to the sofa. She was sitting there looking at me with the naughty eyes. When i sat she put the right hand on my shoulders in a way that her breast was touching my left hand(i was eager to press her soft silky boobs) with the other hand she took my palm slowly and placed on her thigh and then asked me ‘what do you think about me?’, i can’t answer anything, she is my sister what can i tell. Then she asked ‘do u think i’m beautiful?’ and i answered ‘yes’. Then she asked ‘do u like me?’, i shook my head and she continued ‘then you will think dirty about me, uh?,..i was blinking. This time she slided her hand softly on my erect penis.Suddenly, she forced my head to kiss her(oh, i felt like heaven), her lips were soft, pinkish and juicy. I don’t want to miss this opportunity, i moved my hand over her breast and then hugged here tightly. She kissed me for 10 minutes , we.
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