Wo kahne laga ki chute to bahut chodi life me par pahli bar gulabi chut ko choung. Usne jhaant ke balon ko failakar apni jeebh maa ki chut me ghusedka... choot ko chatne laga.kuchh hi der me usne chut ko choos-choos kar lal kar diya.Maa(siskariya lete hue):ahhhhhhhhh siiiiiiii please sirrrrrrrr aise mat tadpaoMaalik:mujhe ab sir kahkar mat pukaro aaj se mein tumhara raja aur tum meri rani.Kafi der choot ki chusai ke baad usne maa ko pet ke bal lita diya jisse uski makkhan jaise chutad dikhane. . Scott couldn't suppress the smile on his face and thinking how awesome this was. He pulled out his cock. "Shit this is the hardest mongrel I've hard for ages" he thought. He was a modest 8 inches and a knob as big as a crab apple, he firmed the grip n started working the flange over. Dianne started to stir a little and he stopped. She whispered.. "don't stop". Scott wasn't sure if she was dreaming or if she was talking to him (or partner) so he continued. He started working his thumb over. Hunter grasped my cock in his hand and began stroking as I did the same to him. We mutually increased our speed as waves of pleasure coursed through our bodies. I turned to look at Hunter, and we kissed. He put his free hand to my face as we continued masturbating one another. Finally we came, painting one another's bodies with our semen.English class was otherwise unremarkable, as was history. We had the same substitute again in German. He asked me to demonstrate various forms of movement. I. My pussy was still pretty wet, even if all of Steve's cream had been hoovered into my womb. It got even wetter as I watched Steve's face light up.He stared at my slit like he had never seen one before. It was funny, but I didn't dare laugh. I spread my knees even wider and felt my labia curl open as they became filled with the blood that was rushing back into my pussy. Steve seemed fascinated by the sight of my pink hole. He just stared at it like he was hypnotized."Come on," I urged him. "Put.