First slowly and then gradually increasing the pace and the power. I continued to ram her pussy with my rod. She was moaning and groaning as if she wa... being fucked to death. Her loud cries encouraged me further more. I increased the pace of ramming her love-hole. I thrust it in so powerfully that she started gasping for breath. I held both her hands over her head and left it there and continued to ram her pussy with my long & powerful thrusts. She was so short of breath that she started. “But I’m looking at my floor and it’s still dirty. Was I not clear, Babygirl?” “You were clear, Daddy. I swiffered it and—“ Daddy held up his hand again. “What did I ask you to do?” “Clean the floor, Daddy.” “And what did you do?” “I swiffered the floor, Daddy.” “Bring me the Swiffer, Baby,” he said and I went to the closet and got the mop. I felt a lump growing in my throat even as my pussy tingled. I walked to Daddy and handed him the mop. He took off the head of the mop and set the. I chose hot mulled wine. My guys drank Irish coffee with Connemara, Cuban special brown sugar, good coffee and real whipped cream. On the last leg of our jaunt, homeward bound, Thomas suggested, “Let’s make our last night a special one. Coffee alone will get me going tomorrow morning. The sled will pick me up at daylight. But, we can party all night.” “Great idea,” my husband answered. “I would love to have you be Angie’s and my photographer. We will have something real to remember this. Mein chupke kitchen mein gaya aur bola shruti coffe se jyada hot kuch ho to do.ji haan uska naam shruti khanna tha. Sexy punjabi bhabhi.usne muskurate hue pucha coffe se hot kya pakau aur maine natkhat andaz mein jwab diya tum ho to pakane ki kya jarurat hain. Woh shayad bura maan gayee aur usne mujhse apni hadh mein rehne ko kahan, mujhe bura laga aur maine maafi maang li. Phir mein soofe par baith gaya woh aayee, maine puche tumhe bura kya laga, tum sach mein kaafi hot ho.usne mujhe sak ki.