Aunty Desi

She gasped loudly as she felt one of his hands sliding down her belly and into her skimpy gym shorts. This would, naturally, be the night that she was...not wearing panties underneath. She never felt the need when she was wearing something so short over her thighs, and she was paying for it now.“No, Bobby. Please don’t,” she whimpered, suppressing a moan as she felt his fingers dip into her slick folds and find her clit. She couldn’t help but cry out as a bolt of pleasure struck through her. .. oh my god, my mother, she knew." He stuttered"Of course your mom knew I was here, she offered to let me come here." Oh man," Chase groaned, "this was a set up" Excuse me? If you don't want to be here you can just leave, I was here first." Oh, no. I'm staying here; you and I have a lot to talk about. I've been looking for you all over the city, dammit, I am staying." Obviously not much since you have been gone for over a month" At least I didn't move!" Oh, so you finally noticed that I moved. More

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