Vo boli tune aisa kyu kiya. Maine kaha ki jab tum so rahi thi to maine tumhe deha tum kitni Sundar o ki mai apne aapko rok nahi saka plz mujhe maaf ka... do . vo kuch der chup rahi aur boli paani pina hai maine kaha ki nahi bas farhaan ko mat kehna .vo bili ki ye to nahi ho sakta mai to jaroor kahungi maine uske aage haath jode aur mafi mangne laga.vo muskurai aur bilo ke theek hai. Meri jaan mai jaan aai aur maine phone diya aur jane laga.Usna muhe roka aur kaha ki suna ek baat batao ki tum kar. The hard water tortured my entire body and then it was focused in on my forever exposed clit. I was in pain but was being aroused and soon I was screaming in delight through my bamboo gag and shaking with orgasm. But to my horror the beating water to my clit did not stop. I forced to have orgasms over and over gain. Then I felt the cut of a single tail cut through the flesh of my taunt wet purple tits and I tried to move but couldn’t. The harsh water beating my clit and a single tail. And theirs alone. His teenage cock was meanwhile wavering under the lustful earthquake that was his mother's flesh, around him. Enveloping him. Wanting to fuck him dry. He could feel his hot white lava rising inside his loins. His dark desires for her making him moan her name. "Mom...god you are the best. Fucking make your baby boy cum. Goddammit, ride me home you whore!" Devouring this lustful sight, his mother, riding his rockhard teenage cock, with this dark, obsessive fire in her eyes and. We get along great, but I’ve never been attracted to her, not like her sister Meghan. They needed volunteers for some of their massage classes. I jokingly offered, in pure jest, but they both wanted to practice on me. Meghan always liked how strong I was, having played football and working out five days a week still. I went along with their gestures, and accepted to be their guinea pig in class. I had to strip down to my boxers, and I couldn’t help but wonder what Meghan was thinking. She kept.