The beauty and the aroma and the flavor of her pussy are delights to my senses, as are the sounds of pleasure she is unashamed of making, but my sense...most pleased is that of touch. I had truly loved the feel against my mouth of her outer labia, but the most delightful sensation so far was the combination of her slick outer lip and her spongy inner one on my tongue.It felt so good I took even longer than I usually considered reasonable to lick those heavenly places, covering the same area many. On that day, we both were in shorts with no panty and wearing a top with bra. Manisha was more excited than me. She said let’s pee together and we will share everything with each other.We both were peeing with each other in a toilet. After we are done, Manisha started kissing me and fingering me at the same time. I was getting aroused in the early morning by her touch. We did not care if someone else is also there in the washroom.She was just kissing and fingering me. Then it was my turn. I. "The old lady said I was to do what you asked." Well, then," she chuckled, "slow down." She gestured to a chair and sat on the wide sofa, ignoring the fact that she wore no bodice and that I was very obviously hard, hard as her jutting dugs which rose warmly above her lace edging of her stiff corset and then ducked back into their nests as she breathed, presented as if on a decorated platter."My husband was a fool, which means that I was also a fool, but then I was barely sixteen, and he was. I forgot the pain as I tasted his tongue. When he drew away, he gently patted my face and resumed the paddling. I cried out openly as the blows relentlessly came. I was covered in sweat and dribbling pussy juice as any sliver of resistance disappeared. I wanted the paddling to end, but more I wanted Daddy to forgive me and call me his good girl again. I had been stupid to violate his rule and even stupider to say no to my Daddy, who only wants me to be my best. I could barely form the words,.
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