Pain, humiliation. PerfectAbid was begging”Please Mistress, please”I ignored him and slowly put my head between her thighs and went to work with m... tongue. Her resistance lasted about ten seconds as I tasted the sweetness of her pussy. Soon she was moaning and writhing as my tongue worked her clit onto the brink of orgasm.I smiled over at Abid as I lay beside his wife and stroked her breasts and slipped my hand between her thighs and fingered her slowly and sensuously. Her back arched and she. She had never seen Monica like this before. Her messed-up hairs, her sweaty semi-naked flesh, and her dirty moans were new for her.The slutty expression on her dearest sister’s face made her hornier. She desperately wanted to see what night had in store for her and for her sister. She could already feel her panty under her shorts getting wet. Karan, too was in no mood to stop anytime soon.He was now kissing and biting Monica’s shoulder while pressing her breasts. Then his lips went to the back. The familiarity she exuded was one I couldn’t put my finger upon, she continued. “I knew you were going to be gone but those extra two days really did a number on me. Were you able to get everything you needed done?”“Yes, I was. Desmond need my help with the farm. It as well gave me much needed time with my niece and nephews.” I’d go back home about three times a year. I had been in Upper Miami for almost a decade now. I left there not much longer after I had graduated. Desmond was a. She got sidetracked by the fact that she was still horny and she masturbated laying face down on the cool tile floor. She pulled her shirt up to feel the cold tile against her tits. She tentatively started pressing her vagina against the tile. She felt as though her clitoris was popping out like a little penis as she firmly slid her vagina back and forth against the tile. She imagined Mr. Driscoll opening the door to the bathroom and she shuddered and came on the floor. After the.