Sliding forward she stopped at the bulbous end of his cock, Still pressing the hard cock down with her thumb. His cock twitching, desperate to be rele...sed and enter her slippery tube. Increasing the tempo of the movement, back, forth, back, forth. Her pussy lips grabbed the cock with each gliding stroke. Tormented the guy knew he wouldn’t fuck her, but how could it be better than this. His own hips now join in the rhythm of the simulated sex as she recognised the familiar sporadic pulsing of. In her hands, Bailey held a small bouquet of flowers. She stood there expectantly, a far cry from the shy girl Gabe met almost a year and a half before."You are so beautiful," he said once he found his voice. Bailey blushed.Gabe walked over to where she stood. He walked around her one time, his eyes devouring her form.With one motion, he picked her up and cradled her in his arms. She kissed him right behind the ear and he stepped over the threshold into their bedroom. Carrying her the short. 6years pehle hua tha uski ek beti bhi h aastha(name changed). Fir seema mujhe daily gud nyt or gud mrng k msgs karne lagi humari lambi lambi chats hone lagi fir phone calls bhi start hue aise aise karke one month nikal gya.Fir ek dinn saturday ko mae soker utha or dekha k seema ki miss call ayi hui ha main vapis call back kiya tab boli k kaha busy the mr. Maine bola bas abhi soker hi utha hu kyuki saturday nd sunday mera off hota hai isiliye to boli this sounds great. Or boli k agar aaj tumhara. The occasional backward-rolling eyes, wide-opened moaning mouth, and the lewd, lust-filled, fuck-face expression. She is leaned halfway over the drawer, looking straight into the mirror, as she is being pounded from behind. Her orgasm is building up. The phone stopped ringing, and the only sound in the room now, is her muffled voice, screaming, with the panties still in her mouth: "yes, yes, yes." She looks, sounds, tastes, and smells, like a fuck-toy - her new master’s fuck toy. Nine months.