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Rajesh steered Sharmila aunty toward the table where they both put their whiskey glasses down and Rajesh immediately moved his hand over my aunt’s r...ght breast lifting it up and cupping the bottom. They were also still making out and I looked at Arun and he was staring and smiling. I was already getting hard and I'm sure Arun was too by the look on his face. Rajesh was now rubbing both of my aunt’s breast and her ass continuously. I finally leaned in to Arun and whispered "What a show huh?". He. Her hair was long, floofy, and down to her waist with bangs in her face and draping over her shoulders. While short at just four foot nine, she was extremely curvy. Thick thighs, wide hips, a large rear, she was definitely a curvaceous girl despite her natural shyness. She'd even heard her hips descirbed as 'child-bearing.' While she tried to hide them with curve-hiding hoodies, she had quite the prodigious bust. Her curves and bust were natural too, genes from her mother's side of the family.. She just smiles at me, reaches between my legs and puts two fingers inside me. She does it as smoothly as possible, but as abrupt as it was it was still quite painful. Not so much that it set back my orgasm by more than a few seconds, but it was enough for her to stand halfway so as to reach my throat and walk me to the wall. Her grip was more than firm, it was outright crushing, right away. I’m not even sure if I should trust her to be safe with me, but I’m in it now, and I really don’t. Then she pulled it out and said she needed something bigger. Then she grabbed the red double headed dildo and licked it up and down and started to suck on the end of it. Her other hand pulled up her skirt and rubbed her pussy while she sucked on it a little more. Moaning as she rubbed harder she started to shove it farther in her mouth. I was shocked at how far she was going, and couldn't take it anymore so I pulled out my rock hard cock and started to stroke. Then she shoved it deeper as I.
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