She kept going and brought her breasts close to my chest and kissed me with passion again.“C’mon Honey, Do me again! Pump that hot sperm into my p...ssy” she whispered in my ear as she continued to bounce up and down on my hips. My balls were boiling now as my seed percolated and readied for the impending explosion. Susan rocked my world harder and increased the speed of her bouncing. The sight of my cock penetrating her so quickly set me off. “Aaaagghhhhhhhhhhhh”, I groaned as my cum made its. "You don't like artists?" he asked. "Not tonight," she said. We laughed. "I'll be good," said the Dutchman. "Otherwise my wife would kill me." "You only paint your wife," said the best of the artists. "The way you portray her, I bet she'd rather have another model pose for you." The Dutchman made his wife a horror, but a remarkably vibrant horror. The Dutchman told her his address. "You won't remember me," said the princess. "He will," said the best of them. "Only if my friend can come," said. Normally they sit in floor by knotting their legs in the floor. At the time of sitting I use to see their thiegs from my room which is opposite to coaching hall. One Saturday Sharmila came for coaching. But unfortunately on that day my parents were gone to their house by laving me alone. I am not observed when she came. Unfortunately I saw her. She was fully wet by rain and her nipples were easily can seen from the shirt. At that movement I get feeling of tingling between my legs. She asked. ” Sucking & massaging my boobs & ****ing my **** with speed Aslam said “Haan Aarti Rani mai bhi aaisi mast **** pehle baar chod raha hoon.Tujhe aaisa chodunga ki tu mare lund ki diwani banegi aur baar baar mujhse chudwa legi.” Aslam continued his speed ****ing my ****,with playing with my whole body for the next 15-20 mins. Then I felt myself approaching climax & started moving my **** up & down faster. Aslam was also on the verge. At last he took out his lund till the hilt & then slammed it.