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Sonal ne bhi apne hatth mere haath par rakh diye and boli ” Navi buss aisey hi raho” Ab hum log bilkul chipak gaye thhey and kuch hi pal mein mera penis tight ho gya jo sonal ko mehsus to ho rha tha par usne kuch nahi kha. Maine Sonal ke shoulder par apna chin rakha and tabhi sonal ne kha ki kya yha room milega ? maine puch kya hua to vo boli abhi tumne hi to bola ki me kuch bhi kar sakti ho to me ye shaam ko yaadgar banana chahti hu.Itna kehte hi vo meri taraf ghumi aur usme meri cheek par kiss kiya, maine ussey hug kar liya ek dum tight and mera penis uski pussy ko touch kar rha tha.Sonal ne apna haath mere shorts k uppar rakha aur thora sharmatey huey mere dick ko press kiya.Ab situation out of control thi aur hum logo pani mein hi ek dusrey ki body ko explore kar rahe thhey. Thori der ke badh hum lag huey aur me reception pe gya Sonal abhi b pani mein thi and maine ek room book kiya SOnal aur me ab room ki tarf jaaney laggey hum dono hi bheegey huey thhey aur sahme huey theey.. I felt him near me and then a fraction of his weight on me. Suddenly his mouth was on my breasts, lightly sucking on my nipple, grazing his teeth across it and softly biting it. A burst of warmth flowed down to my core. His mouth disappeared, replaced with cold air on my nipple and reappeared on my other breast, treating it with same care. I moaned softly and arched my back, pushing my breasts further into his face. He moved down, kissing across my belly, leaving a hot trail of fire. I bit my lip to keep myself from moaning out loud. He moved down further, reaching down to my pussy and then slowly sucked on my hard, wet clit. His tongue entered my slit, caressing the walls of my core. Unable to help myself, I let out a loud moan and let myself loose in the pleasure. He then reached up and kissed me, letting me taste my own juices on his lips and tongue. I felt the loss of his incredibly skilled mouth on my body before I felt the cold touching my nipples. I squealed out surprised and.
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