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Emily crawled herself seductively to the music, her face so close she could feel the heat from his cock. In turn Brian felt the heat of her face, the slight breath, he was almost ready to explode. It took all of Emily's will not to lick the river of precum flowing from his tip, down his shaft, and to his balls. She wanted to taste it, she wanted to feel just how hard he was but she knew she couldn't. Not yet.With that in mind she stopped her forward approach, seductively sitting back while resting on her knees. She continued to dance but now from the slightest of distance, she wasn't done seducing his every desire. The need, the desire, it was written in Brian's begging eyes. As she dance with her hand up she brought them down slowly her hands landed softly caressing her bare upper chest, down her breasting sending tingles through her body as pressure found her nipples through her sexy black demi bra. Her hands continued down her stomach slightly then to her sides and around to the. Then she went to the kitchen. I went to my room to sleep.After 10 minutes, Shweta didi entered my room and locked it. Seeing her, I got up from the bed. She didn’t even say anything but she kissed me. It was a passionate kiss.Shweta didi then started jerking my dick and suddenly, she pulled away. But she didn’t let go of my cock. She said to me, “Sleep well. I will have that massage tomorrow with the thing in my hand.” Then she went to sleep. I also slept after that.I woke up late as I was tired of the journey, but just in time as Shweta didi’s husband was getting ready to leave for work. Shweta didi already left his son at his school as he had early classes.I got up from the bed. I got ready and had my breakfast. Then my brother-in-law told me to come with him to buy some things.I went out with him and he bought some things and told me to give them to Shweta didi. Then he left for his office.After that, I came home with things. I rang the bell. Shweta didi opened the door and let me.
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