30 am ki me 7 amMumbai pahucha or mere room me jate hi me bathroom me gaya or chachi ke boobs ko yaad karke 2 bar mutt mari tab jake mere lund sant hu... me 3 mahine tak Mumbai me tha 3 mahine me jab bhi me rat ko sota tha mere ko chachi ke boobs yad aa jate the or me muth mar kar sant kar deta tha 3 mahine baad jab me ghar vapas gaya tab me sabse pahle chachi ke pass gaya or me 3 hour tak chachi ke ghar beitha raha ki kab chachi ka pallu niche gire me boobs dekh saku meri kismat achi or vo. Rod Powers had only been on the staff two years, but he was already the top-ranked assistant on the staff. He was permanently assigned to the most expensive villa, catering to the most extravagant guests. His salary was $750,000. He made many times that much in tips. He was invaluable to the management of the resort. Did they know that his enormous popularity with the guests derived from the special service he was able to provide between the outspread legs of the wives? Probably. So what? So. It was a dizzy, light headed blur, but nothing had ever felt better. That first experience quickly led to more, more of everything, in every way, even kissing. Romantically, passionately, open mouthed and sensually, kissing. Holding Alexa’s beautiful, petite body in my hands. Feeling her perfect, perky little ass was enough to send me into lust overload. Feeling her body beneath me, her breathing as I entered her. The tight, incredibly wonderful sensation of fucking her, a hard to explain. He leaned forward and down in the chair bringing his face close to the artificial cock that he was thrusting into her, watching with lewd delight the tiny ridges of the moist pink flesh of her cunt around the edges of the thick cudgel with each thrust he made."Harder, my dear?" he purred above her, playing upon her body as though it were a puppet and he were the master holding the strings."Ooohhhh, yes, harder, fuck it harder," she groaned as she twisted and turned wildly on the rug, small.