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She gently pulled down on Jem’s cock, his slick foreskin sliding back to reveal the firm crown of his hard, purple cockhead, a tiny drop of precum leaking from its tip. With the forefinger of her other hand she wiped the drop up and sucked her finger into her mouth. That was the first thing Jem saw as he came awake, his mind muzzy from his dream and feeling all hot and bothered. Thinking that Fallon had come back and was wanting to fuck him again he mumbled, “F…Fallon, honey, what are you doing back so soon?” Leila’s wet finger pressed against his lips and he licked at it. “Jem it’s not Fallon…it’s me…Leila.” Her soft hand caressed his rock hard cock slowly, sliding the foreskin back and forth, the finger slipping between Jem’s lips, his tongue licking around the end of it as she teased him. Reality eventually penetrated through the haze to Jem’s brain and his eyes slowly opened wide. Now he was fully awake. It was true, there he was lying on his back, one of Leila’s perfectly manicured fingers in his mouth, her fabulous breasts bulging from her blouse in front of his eyes, the hard nipples tenting the material. Her other hand was very slowly and very pleasurably wanking his painfully hard cock. “Whoa there, Leila, just wait a minute,” Jem said as he gently took her finger out of his mouth and sat up. Leila’s hand stopped stroking him as he said “Are you really sure you want to be doing this mallu hun? And what will Fallon say when she finds out?” In his mind he was fairly sure that if Fallon had not actually put her sister up to it, she certainly wouldn’t object, more likely she would want to watch or join in. They had often discussed her wanting to involve someone else in their lovemaking, who better than Leila? At that thought his cock jumped causing Leila’s hand to reflexively squeeze him tighter “Ahh…ahh” he groaned “Seriously Leila. You want to do this here and now?” he added smiling at her. “Oh come on Jem.” Leila huffed at him a little, fixing him with those same bright blue eyes that his wife had. “I’ve been wanting to do this for months ever since you coldn’t keep your eyes from ogling my pussy at the parents’ place.” “Hmm” he said about to object but thinking better of it. “And…” she added, “I know you really like looking at my tattoo don’t you Jem?” she made a little girl pout, taking her hand off his cock long enough to unbutton her blouse and let it fall off her shoulders displaying the stunning Japanese maple tree Bhabhi that ran down her torso with its beautiful blacks, greys and pinks etched into her firm, tanned skin. Her breasts swung free, the juicy hard nipples like ripe cherries and the same colour as the blossoms of her tattoo. His cock jerked again. “See?” she said reaching across to encircle his dick with her hand once more, “even he thinks so! And anyways, now that I am 18 I can definitely decide for myself what I want and who I want to do it with.” “You’ve been doing that for ages already,” Jem reminded her, his eyes drinking in the sight of her voluptuous tits, the sun glinting off the rings she wore in her nose and navel. It made her look like a wanton, horny pixie he telugu thought. Her smile was simply stunning, again just like her sister’s. His cock was starting to throb with pleasure as Leila resumed stroking him. “And, anyways” she added, “Fallon said it was perfectly ok to ask you if you would fuck me. Call it a birthday present!” She let that sink in; any resistance that Jem had remaining pretty much gave way at that point. “OK honey,” he thought for a few moments before saying “if you are really sure you want this…” Leila leant forward and kissed him full on the mouth her tongue pushing between his lips. One hand indian went behind his head, the other resumed its stroking of his prick. They kissed, their tongues frenching each other, swapping saliva and duelling until Leila ran out of breath. Breaking apart, Leila stood up and walked desi over to the solid wood deck table. She grabbed a cushion off one of the chairs and lay back with it under her head, her cute butt on the edge of the table, her knees pulled up and her blond and now very wet gash thrust upwards. “Eat me stud!” she invited Jem who was watching her brazen antics slightly disbelievingly. He stood up, and came towards her, jacking his cock as he walked across the deck. Natalie kept asking me if I wanted to share the girls ‘ménage � trois’ despite my protests that I was driving. Oh, how he wanted to bury himself in her flesh. “Yes Sir!” as she strokes my cock once again, letting her hand grip my shaft just below my head, guiding it toward mallu her lips, her other hand reaching up to spread her lips a bit as she holds my head at the edge of her pussy. The staffs of Farm house were appreciative initially; I was admired later but literally worshipped at the end. “Maybe you haven't,” Sven said, his voice... neutral. Too much.” She laid still and Mark began to rub her arms and tummy. "Is he in trouble?" I’m gonna get drunker than I’ve ever been before!” “Hey, Hailey… wow. Dakota comes into the office and tells me that the limo is waiting for me at the front door. There was a fleeting moment where I felt the horror touch my mind, but then it was driven way by her tender smile, her eyes glinting, her quirked mouth gaping with pleasure. And when he did that to her, she would grip his bump and move her hand up and down on his penis through his pants. He pulled his wet cock back until only the tip was inside of her mouth, with a loud groan he began to pump his load inside of her mouth. "Smile and wave, of course." And now so are you. I trembled as the MILF rose from the bed. Our daughter. My drinks were never ending I must have had about six on the table and the boys were well stocked as well. Her budding breasts already looking big on her Bhabhi telugu frame. “You taste so good on my daughter's face.” Julie continued to beg for her life as the two sword wielding men approached her. But this was my desi fantasy, wasn’t it? Then the ranchhand grabbed my left breast and clamped a bell to my nipple. It did work. Much more in keeping with what we indian do here.” Nicole Baker, the school’s most unpredictable firecracker, finds me cute?” Phil responded, noting her smile getting bigger despite her still looking away. My phone vibrated. Mother let her salt and pepper hair cascade back with the tilting of her head, her mane running between a set of black nymph horns and a set of black succubus horns, possessed of a dichotomy that I now balanced precariously upon, but it was not stable for me. Every thrust pushed me further into darkness, and the oscillations of my hips no longer needed Kiera’s guidance.