Indian Couple In Car

I had no choice but to wave my hand and stop the auto. He stopped close to us and leaned out to speak. I was grabbing Akanksha by her waist to control her a little. She kept humming some song. She was drunk and wasn’t in her senses.I somehow managed to control her. I told the auto driver about the destination. It was about 28 km from there and he refused straight away. I pleaded with him to go and offered a thousand bucks for a ride that normally cost four hundred. Even Akanksha started to. Erich, however, was determined to be friends with her. To be honest, it was more like he was determined to eat her food and have her do his household chores. ‘Anyways, I’ll handle most of the talking.’ Dawn and Erich stopped talking and smiled awkwardly as they noticed Erich’s mom walking back to the table. She sat down and the waitress stopped by to take their orders. When the waitress left, Erich’s mom started: ‘So where were we? Oh yes. You were about to tell me how you met.’ ‘Well, when I. I went close to her and touched her hand and she dint say anything. I then slowly moved my hand over her neck and then lips . She suddenly bit my finger and I was shocked and she was smiling at me. I then moved my hands to her pallow and removed her saree and slowly kissed her cheeks,neck and lips. I lip lock her lips for few mins and we kissing each other madly. I slowly kept my hand on her 34 boobs and tried removing the blouse. I removed the pins of blouse and I removed the blouse fully.She. I was speechless as I watched her slowly recover from pleasuring herself. She was dripping with perspiration and pussy juices. She started shaking like she had the chills so I laid down next to her under the covers and held her spent body close. She was breathing heavily but slowly and as her breathing got back to normal she thanked ME for watching her masturbate and I started to laugh for some reason and that sent us off into uncontrollable laughter. How great!I poured us each a glass of wine.
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