Eliza bed pe leti thi, tight shorts mein uski thighs chamak rahi thi, aur top itna chhota ke cleavage seedha meri aankhon mein utar gaya. “I saw the way you look at me, baby…” usne zubaan se hont ghumaya,
“Now stop looking… and start doing desi sex.” Main uske upar gaya, lips uske neck se cleavage tak slide kiye — “Ahhh... yes... wahan...karo desi sex” uski moan ne bed ko jaga diya. Top uth gaya, bra sirf ek second mein side pe.
Main uske seene pe zubaan chala raha tha, aur uski legs meri kamar mein lapet chuki thi. “Take it off... take my shorts off now…” Eliza ne khud apna zip khola or phudi dikhao — aur meri ungliyan uske andar chali gayin… “Aaaaahh... YES cousin do desi sex… wahan… bas wahan… faster…”
“You want this? Then don’t hold back!” Uska jism geela tha, moan sexy thi, aur meri har thrust pe uski awaaz aur tez hoti gayi… That night, cousin sirf naam tha… jism poora mera tha.
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