Yeh kehker mom ne who lu*d ko apni beti ki ch**t main daalne lagi , ufff, dard hoga na mom , nida ne poocha , haan beti thoda hoga phir maza hi maza, ...ayega , ari naaz idher aaa! Jee bibi jee , aur naazu nida ko kiss karne lagi , mom ne lu*d nder daala , aur zaffu , ab aahista aahista lu*d daalne laga , ufff, mom dard hota haihhhhmmm. Koi baat nahi beti aisa dard hota hai , phir maza hi maza , uske baad to kahegi ki mujhe mere baap se bhi chudao, chalo, harami bete chal apni bahen ki ch**t. ” Laurie slowly shook her head no, her sky blue eyes downcast before her new master. Matt sat up on the edge of his bed, his knees holding his mother before him. “I will make you mine, Mother.” As flat as Matt’s voice was, it added to Laurie’s heightened excitement, every nerve on edge, her cunt leaking her love fluids down her thighs. Matt circled her hips with his left arm, drawing his mother’s flushed, sweat-slick body to within inches of his face. Again, the smile that lit up. Have saved her number, afterwards.Almost after 15 days, almost , have seen pranavi’s dp on WhatsApp while doing a casual scrolling of WhatsApp contacts at night around 11 pm. Have messaged her that, nice dp and looks pretty good. Immediately after 5 mins. She replied that “Oh you still remember me”I : why notPranavi : because no message/ callI : I don’t have anything to call/message youP : oh greatI : I don’t think, it will be good , if I message/call you frequently.P : why, what’s wrong? Even. Please.” I responded by shoving a ball bag into her mouth.“Care to guess why I’m doing this, slave? Because I can--because I want to; because I feel like hurting you this morning. You need to learn your place. You’re lower than the lowest form of life here—lower than the cockroaches. You’ll take whatever I decide to give you—love, hate, pain—whatever I decide.”I stopped when the bag was empty, let her hold it for twenty minutes, and enjoyed her tears. There was a huge sigh of relief when.