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Karen, having regained some strength, laid on her side, getting involved wherever she could, massaging my chest, rubbing my balls, or slapping Katlins ass…whatever. Kaitlin turned around and laid on top of me in the 69 position. She sucked my cock as I licked her pussy. Sometimes, Karen would kiss Kaitlin, rub her ass or pinch her nipples, or as many of the three as she could manage. I gave Kaitlin a light slap on the ass, signalling her to climb off. She got on her knees and presented her ass to me. I got my knees between hers and proceeded to pound my big hard cock deep into her pussy. Moaning, she said I want you to fuck me in the ass, but I ignored her the first time. I pulled out of her, and she got onto her back without any directions, then pulled her legs up as high as she could get them. Quickly, I got between her legs, gave her a deep kiss, and plunged my cock into her pussy. Fuck my ass she hissed, but I kept abusing her pussy with my cock, pulling it all the way out and. I had not been in the place I had been before.On turning to my left side I saw a beautiful figure lying beside me.The moonlight was shining on her body. She was wearing a saree and below her navel. Her backside was visible to me. The moonlight shone on her hips which showed sweat drops because of the humidity. This turned me on. I moved closer to her and could not resist cuddling her. I kept my hand on her hips and started feeling it. OMG so fluffy and sexy. My hand automatically grabbed her whole body and pulled her towards me. She just moaned as though something was disturbing her sleep. But now I was cuddling her. My hands started pressing on her navel. I started circling around her belly button. She starts moaning and says ” Ohh Mohannn “. I now understood who should have been beside her and who is now. I decided to take full advantage of this situation.I started massaging her belly and sweat dripped hips. She started moaning sexily. I was afraid someone would listen, so I.
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From his vantage he studied her shoulders and back then her hips and finally her puckered little anus which seemed especially inviting. Still slowly fucking he gathered some of her moisture from his cock and circled her anus to her vocal pleasure. Gradually he began to stroke its entirety. Thus occupied in his slow fuck of her and the pleasing feel of her anus to his fingers he was pulled from his reverie, “I don’t want you to come this way…” Ok. Finally she said to “come here” which he did.As they lay holding each other kissing for a time she withdrew saying that she wanted to suck him and to lie down. Hardly averse to the idea, he did as instructed, and she did as promised. She was a most enthusiastic practitioner of the oral arts and soon had him coming. Rejoining his spent self, she held him until he moved around to her crotch and proceeded to kiss as before when he was struck with a sudden desire. Rising to kneel between her legs, he looked into her eyes as his hands.

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