“Now, let’s go to the washroom and get ready to land.”We both stood up, the remnants of our shared passion lingering in the air like a warm embrace. “Aunty,” she murmured, her voice trembling with anticipation.“Keep going,” I encouraged, my excitement growing as the fabric parted, revealing my bare skin. Indian xxx “You’re doing so well,” I whispered, my voice a comforting caress. We’re almost there.”We both moved quickly, smoothing our clothes into place, the evidence of our encounter hidden beneath the fabric. “Aunty,” she whispered, “how do I do it?”“Just watch and feel,” I instructed, taking her hand and guiding it to my throbbing clit. Take it at your own pace.”Her cheeks flushed a deep red as she tucked the card into the hidden pocket of her burka. “Aunty,” she murmured, her voice a mix of fear and excitement.“Do you want to touch me here?” I whispered, guiding her hand to my wetness.“Yes, Aunty,” Aisha replied, her voice shaking.
