Irene always loved stepping into them and zipping them up. The feeling of standing in high heels was magical and she did some girly steps in front of ...he mirror. Finally she stepped into the black, heavy boned corset. Breathing out, she pulled the strings as tight as she dared, giving her a feeling of being a bit drunk. “Oh my god, should I really do this?” she murmured. Irene painted her nails a bright red and accessorized her hands with big rings on every finger, a bit of her trademark on. I don’t mind.”Supremely horny, i started rubbing my dick slowly again! I could see her casting glances at my action once in a while, while i, from the elevation of the commode, was getting a clear view of her cleavage that lay before me! Boy i was about to cum! Slowly, nikita started untying the sari wrapped around her like a skirt and put the sari in her heap of washing clothes as well. She was wearing a skirt sort of thing under the sari which was white in color, and to my astonishment, she. .. Jolting up I look at the computer screen, I am faced with the same boring program i have been staring at all week and as I take another sip of my warm coffee to stay awake. The words on the screen dance in my vision as i drift off into a day dream. My mind is filled with the image of her face, I only gaze into space for a minute longer before continueing my work. Honestly I want to just slip into a deep sleep and forget my work but the upcoming weekend with my angel will make up for long. Vah maine anjaan mein ki. Vah samhaj gaya tha mera ishara. Ha mai bhi, bola vah. Aur apna mota lund bhi dhake de kar upar mara meri chud se. Lagata tha ki uska mota karak meri chud mein ghus raha tha.Maine kahar pari lekin bus khade mein cal rahi thi to meri awaaz par kisi ne nahin dhiyaan diya. Papa meri pet suharane laga tha. Meri wazan bhari nahin papa, maine bola. Nahin belkul nahin beti, araam se baithiye. Thank u papa, maine bola aur gaand ragari uske karak lund pe.Kabhi kabhi jab bus.