Mistresst.netMistress T was sitting at a dinner table in Paris Drinking a coffee. Her pants were tight and leather and she had on a pink shirt that sh...wed off her body and a leather coat to balance out the color. Mistress T was in sandals today and she had her toes painted nice and pink. She was a very beautiful woman, think with blond hair that she sometime wore long. She was white with smooth skin. It was a day time outside and she was buttering her toast.She had her slave boy Tyrone. He a. I kicked her legs apart, but didn't even bother checking between her legs; I knew she was wet. I pulled my cock out and pushed it into her pussy, confirming the fact that she was soaked."Have you slept with him already?" I asked as I pushed in and out of her delectable pussy."Yes," she groaned."Were you going to fuck him tonight?" I asked."I was," she moaned."Does he eat you before he fucks you?" I further inquired."Usually," she breathed."How's he going to react when he is sucking at a pussy. Ki awaz pure room me gunj rahi thi..Fir mene unko sidha kiya or unke gulabi honto ko jjor jor se chusne laga wo bhi mere muh me jev dalke muje sath de rhi thi hum ek dusre ki jev chus rhe the wo garam ho gayi thi 15min kiss ke bad mene unki sari or blouse petticoat nikal diya unka chikna jism bas blak bra panty me band tha fir mene unki bra bhi nikal di or jor seBoobs dabane aur chusne laga wo mere sir ko apne boob pe daba rhi thi aur siskari bhar rhi thi fir mene unke panty nikal di me to. Mary Ellen is babbling to Nick about size, greatness and never ever being filled like this. Mare gets upright, leans back on his thighs and seems quite the happy person. I don't believe it, looked like she took him all without even a whimper. I pull off Gus, hit the floor ready to congratulate her and I see a good five inches of wrist thich shaft looking for a home. Nick was a little bowed and bent but I was there for the best part. Mare's hips are moving down once for every two strokes.