Wo karah rahi thi mane katna suru kiya. Mane fir apne hath uske t shirt ke ander dal diye aur jor ce uski chuchi dabane laga, wo mere ko kiss karne la...i, chusane lagi aur katne lagi, mane uske boobs upar ki aur uthaye aur un par jeebh chalane laga. Mane uska aur apna upar ka kapda utar diya. Wo black bra ma mast lag rahi thi, safed chuchi bahar aane ko machal rahi thi. Ma uske body par hath ghumane laga to wo mast aawaj ma karahne lagi. Ma sofe ke piche chala gaya aur jhukkar uski chuchi chatne. As the action unfolded, Sara became nothing more than a receptacle for a steady stream of cum. Her eyes closed, she choked and gagged on the cocks in her mouth that were shoved deep into her throat, with cum running out of the corners of her mouth, and sometimes even dripping from her nose. Her ass was rapidly turning red from being smacked and spanked, either by those waiting their turn in her cunt, or those porking away at her. Her tits were swollen from being abused, squeezed, pulled, and. The undergarments, so carefully chosen for each possible opportunity, fall to the scrutiny of your fingers. They linger over the satin, so thankfully incombustible but terrifyingly suffocating. Everything strains to meet your roaming fingers. More buttons slide away and fabric moves over my shoulders to land on the ground. A shiver rises and is quelled but not before being noticed. Your embrace tightens, the kiss deepens and I lose part of my thoughts to the possible failure of my knees, the. Thetranslucent black chiffon blouse had a chin high ruffled neck with widefrilly lace cravat tie and billowing long sleeves with lacy cuffs. Iwould have liked seeing that on a girl but not me.To finish my dressing gave me several rings, the black patent leathershoulder bag and one-and-a-half-inch spike heeled pumps. The shoes werea tight fit and pinched my toes. The heel wasn't that high she told mebut my ankles wobbled unsteadily. Just standing took all myconcentration as I felt like I was.