The Chancellor stopped, Brandy able to take a deep breath, the tightness between her legs, thefeeling of being so stuffed was difficult to breath."Noo...o Mmm ... more!" she screamed in pain as the Chancellor began again, her powerful hips pushed relentlessly forward, the thick dildo thrust painfully in her vagina. Her pussy began to spasm in pain as the rubber fingers rubbed harshly along her inner walls, her vagina stretched again as the first of many ribs slowly entered, the thickness. But with each passing second and with every f0rceful thrust, I could sense the farmer's confidence growing.The farmer reaches over to grab a healthy clump of my curly red hair, tugging it back like the reins of one of his horses. This f0rces my lower back to arch, but my rear end to rise for the farmer. I have no wear to go. He jams in one more inch than before. The constant reaming has given him more room to go deeper, harder, faster. His cock is more than halfway in my tight. Tab aunty ne muze pucha ki tum akele souge ki sath chahiye.Fir me samaj gaya ki aunty kya chahti hai.Fir mene kaha ki akele muze nind nahi ati.Fir aunty ne kaha ki acha to fir ghar pe jaise sote ho waise so jao.Fir mene apne kapde utare or sirf underwear or baniyan rahne di aunty ne baniyan bhi nikal di or kaha kiab ache lag rahe ho.Or mere lung pe hath rakhte hue kaha ki bus tu mere uper ise bahut ghis raha tha ye sunkar me to chok gaya.Or khush bhi ho gaya.Fir aunty ne kaha ki mere ane tak ye. Noorin: I won’t…Ron: What is it, Noorin? You want to object? You don’t want to do it? Or is it that you think I won’t dare to really send him that email? Well. Maybe, I won’t. I think I should just call him right away! A video call would be perfect.Noorin: Don’t… Please…Ron: So… You will strip for me?Noorin: I will… I will… I am already doing it.Ron: No. No. Not your hijab, Noorin. Keep it. Just remove the rest of your clothes. I mean. Start unbuttoning your abaya. The blue color suits you very.