Then Pratik said –Pratik: Kar na, acha lagta hai (Touch me, it feels good).Himani seemed troubled, but Pratik nudged her with encouragement. At last... she touched his dick again. She felt his hard dick with her bare hand and started stroking it.“This is a one-time thing only”, she warned Pratik. He ignored her and enjoyed the sensation of his sister stroking his dick. After a few strokes, his precum started oozing out. At this point, Pratik didn’t want Himani to stop.Since he needed some time to. ”“J-Jake!” his mother called out, seeing his reflection in the mirror, her face showing her terror “What’s going on? Call the police! H-Help me!”The man sitting on the bed slapped her face “Who the fuck let you talk, bitch? Get that mouth working” he said as he once again pulled her by the hair and forced his filthy cock inside of her mouth.“We showed her all those chat logs of yours, you know which ones ... how you couldn’t stop looking at her ass, the times you jerked off while sniffing her. For 4 days they had fucked and fucked and fucked some more. She stepped into the bath and lay back. She closed her eyes and thought back to yesterday. John had brought her breakfast in bed at 8 o'clock. Tea and croissants. Lovely. He then asked me if would like a massage. 'Fuck yes' I replied. Massages always meant I was going to get his cock. He cleared the dishes away and then put an old sheet on the bed. He went to the bathroom and got the baby oil. Susan could never understand why they kept. I got my hand inside her panties, and probed in near her pussy.“Oooh, I love that, Robbie, go deeper, please?”As I did, she got more aggressive with my dick. I was near my point of no return, as I moved from her pussy to her ass.She got her mouth on the end of my dick and was tickling my balls, and I came, and came, and came some more.She seemed to get all of it, swallowing more than once. I couldn’t believe what just happened, but it did. She got face to face with me, smiling like a.