Desi Indian Couple Fucking On The Sofa

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My mother always told me that when you get a sore you shouls always 'kiss it better'” she said with a seductive smile. She then bent forward and kissed each nipple causing Louise to gasp and open her eyes slightly. Katy the blew across each nipple making Louise gasp with satisfaction again whispering, “Oh my god” and letting her head fall back.Katy took the opportunity to lean forward taking one nipple into her mouth, gently sucking and nibbling before moving to the other. Louise gasped and. My big cock started to grow in my shorts to a point where it was visible , i think she could tell by my body langauge that my cock was erect ,She shuffled up a little closer to me and put her hand on my leg as she looked over at the bar i just sat there in silence , she started to move slowly up my leg until she reached my raging cock over my shorts , i just lay back in shock as she rubbed my bulge .She turned her head and started smiling at my shocked face , she said whats up dont you like. I was in an airport gift shop and a friend was introducing me to a man. He had strong features and eyes you never wanted to look away from. Instead of shaking hands we embraced, and with the embrace all barriers came down and our souls merged. He threw back his head and laughed in exultation, a hearty, earthy laugh. I awoke exalted, feeling that I’d never known love until that moment. I was certain that the dream was precognitive, that at any moment this man would step into my life and we’d. Our lips locked, and there was no turning back. My seatbelt was off and I slowly pushed her back down onto the seat. The deepest kissing I'd ever done in my life, for damn sure. While my tongue was exploring tate's mouth my hands were exploring down from her sides to that amazing ass of hers, caressing and squeezing. Her moans of my hands teasing her wetness through her skirt kept driving me crazy and I crept my hand up between her legs to her thong and began slightly rubbing my fingertips.
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