An Indian Urban Housewife Fucking With Her Neighbour

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DeRonda moaned softly as she placed her hands to my head gentle pushing it toward her pussy. I kissed my way down her thick patch of red pussy hair as DeRonda parted her legs. Her large meaty pussy lips came rolling out from under her red hair. I licked at her exposed hanging pussy lips with my tongue. I sucked her hanging lips into my mouth pulling them away from her pussy. I released her lips with my mouth as my tongue dove up into her pussy. I felt the water from the shower leave my back but it was now running down the wall so I figured she had turned the showerhead. Ahhh lick my pussy, DeRonda moaned out. I heard her moan but could not see her as I buried my face fully into her pussy. I used my tongue on the very inside of her pussy. I slipped my thumb upward until I felt her small clit bump. I teased it with my thumb as I tongued out her pussy. Derondas clit grew hard against my thumb. I ran my thumb back and forth on it. I used my finger and my thumb on it pinching at it. I. I tried to play coy at first and told him that I was out with friends at the bar (which I was). He told me to have some more drinks and then come over to his place… I don’t know what it was, but I could not resist his demands. After a couple more drinks at the bar, I was ready to go to his house. When I got there, he seemed like a normal guy and invited me in for some drinks. We drank and chatted for a while, we even smoked a bowl. When we were done smoking, he made me another drink and I told him that I had to use the bathroom. He told me to wait where I was and he left me in his kitchen for a moment. When he came back, he told me that the bathroom was the first door on the left. I walked in to find a pile of sexy lingerie on the bathroom counter. I was so drunk and stoned and horny, but I got the hint lol. After I used the bathroom, I started going through the clothes. I put on a pair of lacy black boy shorts and matching teddy. Then I put on the black sheer thigh highs and black.
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