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A sudden thrust ensued, taking even the wanton housewife by surprise with its speed and vigor. Then indian thrust after thrust followed at lightning speed, almost akin to a dog mating its bitch in the peak of the mating season. Her sheer saree was bunched up around her hips and his hands reached out to maul her swinging desi boobs with the vigor of an athlete. It was the kind of boob mauling she craved for. It was the kind of fucking she loved most. She was ready to surrender her soul for this quality of fucking. Her forced stifling of her screams drove his passion to further heights as the danger of getting observed in this outrageously spottable place lent a licentious thrill to both and more so in Manya’s case. She continued to enjoy the furiously paced ramming this stud was giving as her asscheeks turned red under his grip and her boobs felt like they would get torn apart from her juicy body. But deep within, her loins, pussy bud and walls screamed in delight at this special pounding in the special place, right on the doorstep. Her sounds were only too familiar to her son Deen. Being an early riser himself and noticing that his Mom was not in her bed, he tiptoed first to his Uncle Dan’s room for a peek. Not finding her there, he thought that she may have decided to take her long postponed bath. Seeing even the bathroom empty, he followed the sounds that he began to hear and walked right into the kitchen. The animalistic fucking of his beautiful mother by another stranger did not surprise him, but the doggie style adopted yet again and the bitch like body language of his well stacked Mom during her licentious liaison stunned him. He gaped in astonishment and rising lust from behind the refrigerator as his lovely mother gave herself to this stranger like a wanton amateur bitch in the wee hours of the morning. The stud shot his load, Manya screamed her way to her orgasm and Deen muffled his own moans as he shot a huge load of sperm onto the refrigerator side. He saw the milkman put his dick away even as his well fucked mother turned dreamily around on her back, her ass resting on the bare floor outdoors, while her head rested indoors on the kitchen floor. The doorstep supported her sexy waist as she lay spread-eagled, breathing heavily from the exertion. Her face wore a smile of satisfaction and lying in hat pose, with the flimsy saree still bunched up around her hips, she looked a true slut. Deen found this slut look in his mother as being ethereal and closer to nature and truth. He left the kitchen in a hurry when he saw her attempting to get up. He rushed into the bathroom, knowing that he might be denying his semen filled mother a chance at the loo. He brought his cock out again and pumped its hardness, recollecting the morning’s depravity. He kept jerking off, the image of his mother’s near nude form lying on the kitchen threshold, sweaty and fucked, filled his head. Mother Manya on the other hand rose and steadied herself by holding the door. She kept the saree bunched around her hips with her left hand holding the garment around her crotch area. She looked a ravishing sight as she moved slowly out of the kitchen, only to run into the big form of Dan. It was 5 minutes until he would normally clear his desk and settle down on one of the comfortable chairs in the lounge area. “Oh, my god, I need to be fucked!” the orgasming bride moaned. Nobody had ever wanted me to paint before. “Can you imagine?” Zander said as he puffed on his pipe, “The strength and belief in yourself it would take to do that? amateur Stacey couldn't believe it. Moreover, his manhood was standing as erect as usual and looked very rigid. He must have sent it in a subtle way under the table to indian not draw attention to his actions. I think they were 13 at the time. Mom or dad probably mentioned their disdain for what they would call “my condition.” I have the same desi urges you have,” she tells me. “Does my little Muff-Mallet need to shoot his doggie sperm too?” I asked him. Darkness fuzzed at the edges. pinned my back to the sink. Nandini was slim like a ramp walking model, tall, with long shapely legs…and unlike, those pencil thin models, she was endowed with very generous, tight tits and had shiny thick, silky hair. I stepped into Beryl’s aura and caressed her tits. And he seemed to stare off into space with some recollection of that name, too. We must take care to keep it looking so healthy.