Indian Aunty 1039

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. I tell u to lay back as I kneel b4 u... kissing ur right thigh my hands reach to ur panty waist... working them down as I kiss further up ur thigh..u pull ur leg thru and grab my head pushing me to stop teasing u... but thats my game kisses from thigh to thigh pausing above ur beautiful pussy to tease with hot breath.... I take the tip of my tongue and gently slide inside... finding ur clit... and masaging it slowly. ur knees lift up as my hand finds ur breast u moan as the heat and waves of extacy hit u... u feel my finger slide inside u.. slowly pressing deeper.. rubbing the roof of ur inside... ur breath quickens ur body gyrates... ur body going on autopilot hips pressing against me... back starts to arch faster n faster till u scream nails digging into my head ur body soaking my tongue.... collapsing on to the bed as u catch ur breath.. But u dont rest u quickly sit up and say its ur turn... I stand up and u undo whats left of my pants... pulling them over my obvious. 'Now you may open your mouth.' He stuffs most of the scarf in, not bothering to tie it, knowing that I would no more spit it out than untie my legs. I am utterly his now. I feel only anticipation, thinking not even the simplest of thoughts and wait for him. I am gagged and only know that I will be whipped severely. He does like to hear me whimper and scream but would rather let my body tell him how much he has hurt me. I have very fair skin that marks and bruises easily so he has learned to know my limits by my twitches, struggles and the occasional muffled wail. I prefer to be gagged also. I do not have to concentrate on limiting the noise I make and I prefer to bite down on something rather than clench my teeth until they hurt. I merely bite down on the gag and only when I am in the deepest grips of pain are any cries wrenched from me. My minds is drifting now, I await his next move. There is a know at the door. He pulls a blanket over me. It is the housekeeper, a sour old woman. I.
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You stand just inside the door, obviously exhausted and worn. I gather you up in a big bear hug, whispering in your ear that I have a surprise for you. As your body presses into mine, I notice that you’re practically soaked through, it’s been raining most of the night, though I’ve been too busy preparing for the night ahead to realize it. Pulling away from the hug, I cup your chin in my hands, look you straight in the eye, and kiss your forehead. You smile weakly, apparently your kids and the weather have taken more of a toll on you than I thought. No matter. I tell you that I want to hear all about your day over dinner, and suggest going upstairs and changing first, before coming to the table. You nod, readily going upstairs to our bedroom to change, and perhaps dry your hair. Knowing you’ll be down momentarily, I turn my attention back to the table. The burgers sit on their plates, ready to be eaten. The onions are in a bowl, decorating the center of the table, soft and brown. I.

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