Desi Bhabhi’s Golden Shower Fantasy

I then removed her panties also and kissed back from neck thru spine to her ass and kissed and bit both cheeks she was so perfect I cud not resist doing that to her and she groaned and all the while I was cupping her breast her soft belly and her pussy. She resisted and told no it’s fine. Desi chudai I was constantly looking at her only. It was going on same every day. Her soft firm breast crushed against my chest her soft belly against mine her lips were crushing against mine. Her soft firm breast crushed against my chest her soft belly against mine her lips were crushing against mine. Then she told leave after sometime come inside as its still raining.