.Karib 20 minutes tak maine uski gand aur chot chati…..Mera land fir se khada hone laga….Meri behan ab apne pair faila kar baith gayi…..Maine us...i chot par apna land rakha aur ek hi jhatke me uski chot me apna land dal diya…..Wo… aaahhaaa ahhhhh maaaa ….. aaauuchh kar ke chillane lagi…..Mai apna land meri behan ki chot me dale jar aha tha….Meri behan bhi apni gand uchkaar apni chot me mera land le rahi thi….Meri behan ki chot se paani nikalne laga….Aur wo chat patane lagi….Maine apna land uski. The second batch I jam up her asshole.I pull her panties back up neatly. I like to make sure that my rapemeat hasher mind firmly focussed on what's between her legs. I pat her quivering butt cheeks affectionately. She's my bitch now. I glance quickly through her purse. Her name is Angel. Ironically, Angelwill soon find out that I am a devil anxious to introduce her pampered pussyto the torments of Hell. I heave her curled-up, tremulous body, along with her purse, into the trashcontainer. Angel. She was now experienced about this and understood that I needed deeper thrusts as I was about to cum. I proceeded to push my cock deeper in her throat and this was making her gag a lot. She was making noises like from her throat indicating that she had difficulty in taking it further inside. But she was my sex slave.She knew it and did not fight back or try to remove my hands from her head. Her hands were fondling my balls trying to get me aroused further as a perfect slave should be doing. I. I shifted in my seat as she pulled my left hand across and down to her skirt. I slid my hand up her thigh and quickly found her sopping wet pussy with no underwear in sight. She had been thinking about something alright.She moved up on the seat and turned to face me. Her right leg slid onto my lap while her left stayed on the passenger side as she straddled the center console of my Vette.She leaned over and kissed me passionately for a long time and I felt her grinding on the console. She.