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Indian Aunties - [The Ultimate Collection] - Sharmila aunty - Part 1
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Posted:Jun 10, 2011 11:30 pm
Last Updated:Jun 10, 2011 11:48 pm
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The thought of a voluptuous, naked, fair aunty bending over in front of my ever so hard dick and widening her rear hole makes me feel like cumming. My hand grabs inside my boxers and holds it tight, a minor stroke here, a major there and my dick is all set in motion.
I lower the shorts and bring my dick to the full view of the room. The lights were on, I looked at it and said, today it's just you and me pretty boy.
The phone rang, it was the aunty upstairs, not the one I had in mind then, but she would do. She asked me to bring back the iron box I had borrowed 3 days back and come up.
I did.
She asked me to keep the iron box on the drawing room shelf and come to the kitchen. She was sitting on the kitchen mantle. She asked me to fetch the water bottle in the bed room for her. I went to her bedroom. As I was getting the water bottle, I saw a pack of condoms on her bed. I got all the more aroused.
As I went to the kitchen, she has parted her legs and was sitting like a bitch on someone's lap. She had her eyes closed when I entered, but as she opened her eyes, I could see the desire out of lust so powerful that it took my hand and put it on her breast. She didnt move, just the same expression. I pulled her towards me and put my fingers in her pussy.
Continues in Part 2.....
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