“Venezia maintains trade links with the Turks, but of course Austria does not. However, Austrians crave many of the commodities which come from the ...ttoman Empire. A compromise was reached between Venezia and Austria, where any merchandise brought from Turks is shipped into Venezia by our vessels, and then off loaded onto Austrian vessels bound for Trieste.”She gazed back down at the floor and spoke quietly, as if to herself.“I had never seen the need to oversee the transhipment of goods from. "You know what's next." Yes, Mom," sighed Kyle.He pulled the spatula from my creamy twat, the ebony handle covered in my own ivory love sauce, and he licked up and down the handle in order to clean off my hot juices, because he needed to taste every part of me as a reminder of his transgression. After the handle was thoroughly licked clean, he set the spatula beside himself on the kitchen floor, and I nodded to him in approval.He had been on his knees this entire time in order to service me,. The woman was wearing one of her high-necked dresses, this one in a bright yellow, but she had an apron on over it. Her long black hair was loosely tied together behind her back. There was a smudge of flour on her left cheek, but it served to highlight her striking features rather than mar them. Her sleeves were pulled halfway up her forearms to keep them out of the water, and there were tattoos on both of her wrists. The one on the left had three circles linked together in a row, ranging from. I was too much joyful to fuck my own mom. I was too much enjoying pumping the hole from where I came to this world. I went near the mirror and positioned in such a way that we could see us in the mirror. She was fucking me so furiously that we could see my dick going in and out in her pussy very fast. She was increasing the pace every minute and I was enjoying a lot. MMMMMMMmmmm...fuck your slut Amit...fuck your whore...tear me son of bitch...Saying this she increased pace. I was also telling.