Babita was shocked to see Padma Aunty sucking her pussy and tried to push her head away from her crotch but in vain. I didn’t care to see what Padma Aunty and Babita were doing. Desi indian Padma Aunty shrugged my hand, and her petticoat fell.“You are getting naughty, Rajesh. She was not wearing a bra, bending slightly. Spreading her thighs still wider, making room, I licked her pussy from bottom to top and sensed her body shivering.I gave a few licks from bottom to top, never touching her clit. She saw my cock dangling between my thighs and said, “OMG, he has a monster tool. We drank water, cleaning our mouths from the cum juices.“Shall we go to the room, Aunty?” I said, eager to fuck Babita.Padma Aunty thought for a while and said,” Not in the room, Rajesh. Padma Aunty got up and, wiping Babita’s face with her kurta, asked, “Do you want Rajesh to return
