Malkin ki bra panty m humesha apne hatho se dhota hun taki vo khrab na ho. Madam iska iname muje love bite dekar karti h. jitni jyada love bites utni ...yada khush hoti h madam muje. Malkin ab dressing table k samne baithkar tyar one lagi. M unke pairo me jakar baith gaya. Unhone muje red color ka nail paint dia ho mane unke nails pe lagaya. Unka pair mere lode par dabav dal raha tha. Madam k gore gore pair bhut hi sunar the mann kar raha tha inki puja karta rahu zndgi bhar. Fir vo uthkar almirah. She did that rather quickly. There were lots of empty hangers left behind.Then I told her to separate the clothes into seasons – which she did equally as quickly. I was doing the same thing in my closet, which was about three-quarters the size of hers. After taking out the trash stuff, she had only about a fifth of the closet full of clothes. She had her hands on her hips and was sighing, dejectedly.“What’s the matter, Love?” I asked.With the most depressing look I’d ever seen on her pretty. As she removed my clothes, she said, "I'm not sure how much experience you've had, but, if it's all been in the back seat of a car, there's some things you should know, so I'm going to be your teacher. Together we'll learn what really feels good to you and you'll learn how to please a woman." By the time she finished talking, I was standing, naked, before her, my rock hard cock pointing up at a forty-five degree angle. "Now!", she said, "I want you to undress me, very slowly!"Slowly, I. I loved my husband and enjoyed immensely the love making that we once both shared, but sadly had been absent now for some years. But this didn’t feel or taste anything like that. This wasn’t about love or affection His agenda was pure sex. This was about fucking, writhing, pounding unabashed a****listic sex. On the drive back home I realised that my pussy was tingling and could feel the discomfort of wetness seeping onto the thin strip of material of my lacy thong. Once home I went straight to.