I figured what the heck and left it on the channel, just as the man penetrated the fake-titted blonde. He was pounding her hard and squeezing her sili...one breasts so hard they could have burst inside her, but I have to admit, I was getting really turned on. I shed my work blouse and skirt and slipped my hand inside my panties and fingered myself to the rhythm the girl on tv was getting fucked. It felt good, but not as good as a live cock would feel stretching out my pussy. I grabbed my cell. Sir plzzz sir mujhe jane do sirAur principal 2 min ke liye hat ta hoon itne main sanchi uth ke jane lagti hoon.Principal usse peeche se pakad ke deewar se chipka deta hoon aur uske peeche chipak jaaata h aur uske blouse ki doori khol deta hoon aur uske neck pe kiss kaarne lag jaaata hoon.Uske baad principal usse seedha karta hoon aur forcefully uske haaath pakad ke usse kiss karne lag jaaata hoon long smooch. Kabhi neck pe kiss kabhi neck ke neeche kabhi boobs ke upar.Sanchi ko bhe kuch ho raha. "Oh God! That was good! She sat upright on my face and stretched her arms. "Did you like it too, Daddy?"I replied from beneath her ass, inaudibly. "Oh!" Her girlish voice had returned. Her performance was over. She lifted her ass an inch or so from my face. "Sorry!"Still blind and pinned, I huffed, "Baby, you ... almost .... suffocated me." I was out of breath and in need of a good hard blow job. Very frustrated."But this is your bachelor party, Daddy! Aren't you enjoying it? Here." She pulled. The touch of her fingers on his hand had an odd, tingling effect on Jack; it was as if there were tiny, hidden electrodes beneath her skin, vibrating through to his flesh. He felt a certain dryness to his throat, and his eyes were on the undulating rhythm of her rounded buttocks through the tight orange shorts. Damn, but she was a hell of a sensual woman! he thought. If he wasn't married, and she wasn't married... well, there was no use thinking about ifs, getting himself all worked up over.