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Myself : in mind oh on bhabhi you can’t do this to me.Bro: no pradu will come with you.Rohini: no he stays in home with you & no more argument this is final.Bro: ok..Babu : ok rohini take some cloths we are leaving now. & he said Take care & thanks to bros.Rohini: papa i am done lets go fast & said bye to my brother & kiss his lips by seeing me & said good bye pradu (again with smile)So after they gone my bro said to put clothes in washing machine so i went to their attached bathroom & saw my sexy bhabhi’s one black cotton transparent bra and panty & i didn’t waste single sec so i closed bathroom door started sniffing bra , smell was making me mad.so i opened my tongue ,placed on bra where bhabhi’s nipple is covered (found milk marks both sides) & it tasted like salty milk on that region & my tongue worked hard for 2 min on each side so the bra become wet with my saliva .Now i took panty in my left hand after leaving bra down on floor & the smell was more aromatic & exotic then bra &. He made her feel warm and comfortable. Maybe a little bit daring.As they sat side by side making small talk, their shoulders touching, leaning into each other as they laughed, something started to change. Their words seemed to dwindle but the time they spent gazing into each other's eyes lengthened. Soon the words ran out and as the cowboy gently placed his hand on her thigh, he leaned in for a kiss.His lips were soft as rose petals and they gently caressed her lips, over and over. His free hand moved to the back of her head as he deepened the kiss. His tongue started to explore her mouth and she sighed in surrender.She put her hand on his shirt as she leaned into him. His hand moved higher up on her thigh and she could feel her nipples hardening and pushing out against the confines of her bra. He broke the kiss just long enough to pull her shirt up over her head and gaze hungrily at her breasts. Resuming the kiss, he stroked her breasts, his nails gently brushing over her nipples.
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And I wanted it.Reluctantly I reached out, touched his shoulders, felt his muscles move under the shirt. Closing my eyes I let my hands wander, explore him. Down his arms, finding a way under his shirt and up again. With my eyes closed every touch was intensified. His hands on my body,fighting to pull my tank top out of the shorts. His warm skin under my fingers, the hairs on his chest. His nipples hardening under my touch as I know mine were now under my shirt.Fingers fumbling with my belt. Impatiently I reached down, opened it and reached out for his. Our fingers met and I sighed. I longed to feel them again, on me, in me. “Wait”, he whispered hoarsely and with his hands on my hips lifted me up. I opened my eyes again, looked at him. Second thoughts? But he just opened his pants and pulled them down with his shorts. Seeing his hard cock already leaking with precum made me smile.Involuntarily I licked my lips. “You really want this?” It was less of a question, his voice was full of.

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