Indian Porn Bhen Ki Friend Ki Kari Chudai Akele Ghar Par

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’ he paused, ‘And I do so want to just go to sleep with you again afterwards.’‘Oh god Len! Please don’t leave me like this!’He suddenly pulled out of her and moved quickly down the bed to place his face against her open cunt. Pulling her lips wider with his fingers he started to lap at the moisture that had flowed so freely from her before pressing his tongue into her as deep as he could. Finding her clitoris, her exposed little pink button, he pressed his flattened tongue against it and just moved his head from side to side quickly and continuously.He was rewarded seconds later with her knees lifting towards her chest and her hands pulling him tight to her as she convulsed noisily over and over as her orgasm ran it’s course.As she calmed down her body relaxed and she let go of his head. He moved up the bed to lay beside her and cuddled her close, his penis wet and hard against her thigh, and his face wet inches from hers.She turned to look at him.‘Thank you,’ she breathed, ‘I. “I was so scared Hinata… so scared…” His voice was shaky. She grabbed on to his hand and rubbed it across her face. He looked down at her flinging his lips on to hers. She met him halfway. “Hinata I love you so much… I need you. Im so glad I have you…” He said holding her tight. ~*~ She felt his hands rub up and down her back. All she wanted was for him to see her… to acknowledge her presence and enjoy it. She worked hard… so that Naruto could see her… so he could see her and be proud. And she had finally gotten her wish. She broke the kiss leaning her forehead against his. There hair tangled together. They were tired. It was around 4 am they had done a lot of work. And they still had to deliver the medicine by tomorrow. They quickly went to sleep next to each other and slept peacefully till morning. “Mmmm Naruto-kun?” Hinata said opening her eyes. He was gone. She looked over and saw his clothes lying beside her. She got up wiping the sleep from her eyes and walked a.
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