Indian Sex

Rekha went into the kitchen. Vicky took his other hand and touched her breast and slowly pressed it. Pooja could not look into his eyes.

Her hands on my chest trying to push me away, but with each push she was kissed even harder until I felt she breath harder.

“Oh, don’t go there!” my friend, Bhupen told me. “It is a terrible place.””How do you know?” I asked.”My father served there for five years,”

Hie guys, last time in my previous story titled “cute and sensual school love”, I told you all about my love in school. I narrated