She was coming. I was nowhere near. “You want to stop a minute?” I asked. She shook her head. “No, no. Don’t stop.” I pumped a little faster...and she wrapped her slender legs around me and dug her fingers into my ass cheeks. I felt her warm juice soaking my balls. “Yes!” she squealed, as she came again. It must have been two a.m. by then, and I was tiring fast, but I wanted to come. I stopped to catch my breath. She stroked my back and squeezed her legs tighter around my waist. “Did you come?”. To begin with, my name is Sarmad (age 27) and i am a Pakistani cool down guys and just take this story for your pleasures as this story will take you to the new heights of your fantasies. Respect all, and get respected. Being on ISS we should learn to share our girls and women, the heavenly creation sent for men.I have been selling Sex Toys in Karachi for the past 2 years and this sales job provided me an opportunity to interact with a lot of Elite Class Pakistani girls and women. Some of them. She was wearing the flimsiest of bras, the material so thin, it was almost like feeling her bare flesh.Her nipple was growing, stiffening under the pull of my fingers. She moaned into my mouth, leaning back against the tree behind her. My other hand dropped down her back until I cupped a cheek of her ass. It was quite firm to my feel when I squeezed. Once again there was no protest as I gripped her skirt, pulling it upwards. Now, the back of her panties was under the palm of my hand. I wanted. It was bad enough when it was just me and my son.That will be ok do we get a percentage of views as well.Yes of course.He came back from the car with his camera some lights and a wad of money.Ok can you get her ready.Where do you want her.The main bedroom you mostly use.My son casually marched me back up to the bedroom then Ian set up his lights. I cant believe he was doing this.You will need a light over here as well he usually drags her over to the ottoman when he is done on the bed.Does he.