Aisha turned to face me. My eyes devoured the sight of her hot scones with their little, brown nipples. Her belly was gently rounded – not plump, just pleasingly overweight. My eyes moved down to the front of her panties. Generally, Aisha tucked her package away so skillfully that it was almost impossible to detect, even in the flimsiest underwear. Tonight, however, there was no tucking. Her mantools were pushing hard against the fabric of her panties. She rose to her feet and wriggled out of her thong. She stood undresse before me in all of her perfect hottie. Her small ramrod, just smaller than average. Her dusky scrotum sack hung below. Just as Aisha had felt a moment ago, I felt myself starting to getting aroused…

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