Mature Indian Aunty Afterhower Caught Naked In Bedroom

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She needed to get closer to him. She licked her tongue along his erect cock as her hands slowly and silently slid her panties down. Pulling one of Dylan's trouser legs up she rubbed her naked pussy against his leg. Dylan felt her wetness. He felt her take him into her mouth. Deeper than before. She drooled on his thickness. His body let loose an involuntary shudder. The auditor glanced over and Dylan struggled to maintain his composure. The auditor suddenly felt uneasy. He didn't quite know. “I’m sorry, Junior. I thought you were looking for marital advice. Did I misunderstand the purpose of your visit here?” I asked.Junior stood there a second and looked at me, almost as if he were looking inside of me. I’m not sure why but I kind of got a chill.“Well Uncle Marty, I really didn’t need any advice, I needed some relief and my Dad said you were just the guy to give it to me,” he said with a slight smirk on his face.I looked at him in a puzzled way, hoping that he wasn’t asking me. Looking forward to our drink.” Feeling naughty, I typed. “Very hard here. How about there?” There was a pause and just as I was thinking. “Oh shit, what have I done?” Another mail popped up. “Always hard when you’re around! How is your water? Wet?” As I read it I felt my clit throb and a small groan escaped my lips. So it was reciprocated. Hands shaking a little I typed back. “Always wet when you’re around!” I could feel the juices starting to run inside me and my clit was tingling as I. She asked if I wanted another and I nodded. When she got up, I glanced at her crotch and swore I saw a wet spot between her legs. I also thought I caught a whiff of wet pussy as she passed by, brushing my left leg that was still on the floor. I checked where she was sitting, but the dark fabric of the couch revealed nothing. Returning, she handed me my bottle and resumed her place on the couch, but was a little closer, our legs almost touching. My dick stiffened more.Handing myself totally over.
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