Desi Girl Fucking With Bf On His Residence

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Me apni girlfriend ke sath suru se hi kafi frank tha aur wo bi me jab bi uske sath bat karta tha to wo jyada tar apni behen ke sath rehte thi. Uska naam ankíta he uski umar 18 saal he aur wo ritu se bi jyada mast aur khubsurat lagti he itni ki agar wo nangi ho jaye to bhudde me bi jawani aa jaye. Uski gand ka to jawab nai. Ab me apko aage ki kahani sunata hu.Ek din ritu bathroom gai thi aur mene phone kiya to ankita ne phone utaya us din mene usse pehli bar bat ki thi uski aawaj ek dam koyal ki tarah thi. Me toh uski awaj sun ke madhosh ho gya par mene apne pe control kiya aur usse ritu ke bare me pucha to usne btaya ki wo fresh hone gai he. Mene kha koi bat nai jab wo aye to bta dena ki mera phone aya tha usne kha thk hai aur by khake phone kat diya. Jab kuch der baad ritu ka phone aya to hum bate karne lage tab Mene bato bato me usse kha ki uski behen ki awaj badi mast he to usne kha ki bat karwa du mene mana kiya aur kha ki fir kabi. Uske ek hafte bad hamara date ka plan bna aur. Plus, the sensations that progressed across my body added to it. “Oh Daddy, you’re making me so fucking wet!” I exclaimed in a hot sigh as Daddy massaged my pussy, spreading my hot gooeyness all over it. “You’re so smooth and silky Cupcake. Your natural solution just slides all over your warm skin,” Daddy said and I looked over and his hard cock was pulsing with each beat of his heart. I reached over and grabbed Daddy’s cock after he said that. He groaned as my hand wrapped around his long hardness and I began to stroke slowly up and down with a steady grip. Daddy’s cock was hot and throbbed in my hand and every ridge of his erection slid easily with each tug I made. His cock’s head began to even stiffen a little as the glands filled with more blood. It was a delightful shade of red. As I stroked Daddy, he skimmed his fingers over my pussy lips gently. His fingertips felt so good as they glided over my tender ruffles. I felt my inner lips begin to poke out and my clit was now.
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