When she finished moaning and thrashing I pulled out and lay down next to Havana. I gathered my wits together enough to figure out it was Havana’s hand. Indian sex Havana began breathing hard and squeezing her Aunt Liz’s head while her aunt ate her delicious body. But that as they say is a story for another day. I matched Liz’s motions with my own. When I ran my hand over that special place her lips parted in a deep sexy breath. I turned toward her and we kissed. But that as they say is a story for another day. Tearful hugs and goodbyes were exchanged as well as hugs from her brother. When I released my liquid joy I groaned and flexed my fingers trying to find purchase on the water slickened tile. Havana held my head still as I alternated between light nibbles, nursing, and flicking her hard nipple with my tongue.
