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I just reached 10 minutes ago” she replied.“You can give me the food. I’ll come and give back your vessels once I am done.”“Actually I brought food for the both of us. Since you were alone, I thought I’d give you some company.”“Oh, then can you wait for a few minutes. I’ll just take a shower and come.”“OK. I’ll be setting up the food on the table.”Roshini started laying out the food on the table, and Rahul went to take a shower. In the shower, Rahul’s dick popped into an erection asking to be serviced. Rahul was pretty horny as well, but he controlled his urges, and took a bath quickly since he didn’t want to make Roshini wait any longer.When Rahul came out of the shower, he saw that Roshini had laid out the food on the table and was waiting for him. He just had a vest and shorts on him. As Roshini bent to serve him the food, he saw her cleavage, thanks to the low cut dress she was wearing. She took her time to serve him, showing him her cleavage the entire time. Rahul felt his. Lowering herself on his thickness Shea moved slowly down severing every silky inch until he was completely embedded deep inside her. She started slowly riding him enjoying it as much maybe even more than him. He began kissing her neck as his hand roamed over her body, her breath started coming in short gasps she was so excited every nerve in her body was tingling at once. She started to feel herself lose control as she quickened her pace. Shea felt her wall tighten up around him and new that she wouldn’t last much longer. He could feel her body tighten up against his and her legs started to shack as her cavern started to shutter around his man hood. Before she could catch herself he gripped her hips and elevated his hip pushing his member deeper into, with a few more powerful thrust Alex pushing her right over the edge. Shea couldn’t think she could hardly breathe from the sensations that bursting thru her. She screamed his name but he didn’t stop for a second he kept grinding into.
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