Rural Indian Housewife Intimate Encounter

Down below she was wearing a grey pleated skirt that finished just above her knees, and on her legs where the thickest, blackest pantyhose I had seen. It felt so good, the softness of her legs through the material of her pantyhose. I couldn’t help but stand there and admire how much my sister, even at 15, had grown into this fine and hot young lady. I lifted her and turned her round and placed her gently on the bed. I released her foot from my mouth and work my tongue down her legs kissing her ankles and her knees as I went, rubbing my hand around her legs. Chelcie stepped closer and my cock brushed against the beautiful cotton of her pantyhose. As I sucked on her left foot, she stroked my face and my chest with her right one. I was happy to and gave her a twirl whilst holding her which meant she had to wrap her legs around me to stay on which felt so good. The grin that flickered on her lips told me she wasn’t going to let me get away with