“I know, Your Majesty,” I told her with a kiss on her lips, followed by more kisses that traced my way down to her ass, making her shiver.“Yes, ...ell, our son ... will make a truly great King of Libya, trust me on that!” Samira promised as I continued to kiss a long path down to her ankles.“Our son ... or daughter,” I reminded her, which made her giggle.“Yes, that, too ... but just so you know, I’m already ... with child. Yours, of course. Not that I haven’t put out for others, but at a certain. She was hairy, but it was such beautiful hair; soft and fine, deep brown, musky. I buried my face in her pussy and worked her with my tongue and lips. I gently circled her clit and she arched her back. I worked it with my tongue and she moaned and rocked. I picked up my pace and focused on her movements. I found her rhythm, and I bore down. She was rocking, panting, her hands gripping my head tightly. Her hips began to jerk, she thrust her pelvis forward and pulled my head in tight. I couldn't. And besides, I was still chatting with him. Then came a moment he, pushing drowsy Sudeshna’s head aside, stood up, and opening his bag he pulled out a blanket, and then sitting back he pulled it over himself in such was that Sudeshna also automatically was accommodated, up to the length of her neck, comfortably under that cover or blanket. I did not say anything. Now I pretended as if feeling sleepy, and gradually half-shut my eyes with a view to watching him.He looked at me to be sure whether. Ab woh pagal hone lagi. Woh apne haatho se mere sir ko apni chut mein dabane lagi. Main puri tongue uski chut mein daalke chaatne laga. Ussee ab raha nahi jaaa raha tha. Usne zorse mera sir apni chut pe dabaya aur apna sara pani mere muh mein chhod diya.Mera bhi lund ab khada ho gaya tha. Main utha aur apna lund uske muh ke pas le gaya. Usne turant mera lund apne muh mein le liya aur lolipop ki tarak . Mujhe nasha sa hone laga. Sali ekdam mast choos rahi thi.Maine uska muh pakda aur apna lund.