So I went with the flow. I said aunty oil lga du m aapki back pe(shall I massage ur back with oil?) she quickly agreed and said me to carry her to her...bed as she couldn’t walk.I carried her to bed and laid her there. I went back to the kitchen, took some oil, rushed back to her. When I reached there, she said, “Mera kurta utaar do fir oil lgana, warna kurta ganda ho jaega, Aur aise oil bhi achi tarah se lag jaega(remove my kurta otherwise it would get messed up)” and she sat and moved her arms. That was my whole intention. I was sacrificing my body and reputation out of love for you. That is the god’s honest truth. But something happened within the first few minutes of filming that very first scene. I realized that I love cock. I love being fucked like a filthy whore. Having those big hard black cocks pumping in and out of my hungry fuck holes is the best thing I have ever experienced and there is just no way in the world I can ever stop now that I know what it feels like to be used. ”“I’d like that too. Why don’t you bring her to dinner as soon as the two of you can make it and we can get acquainted?”The woman was startlingly beautiful. Jessica was black, her face exotic, her body perfectly sculpted. Her short pixie hairstyle set off her high cheekbones and eyes that revealed intelligence and savvy.“Mom, this is Jessica,” said David proudly, still a bit wary of how the two would react to each other.“David told me you were beautiful. He didn’t tell me you were absolutely. He pulled her close again, his eager prick pressing against her belly. There was a quiet ‘thud’ and he looked down to see a silver hip flask on the floor. She giggled, blushing, “Oops!” ‘Oh,’ he smiled. ‘I see you’ve been partaking of a little nectar? Mmm, well perhaps it’s time I had a little of that myself… God knows I’ve been wanting to since we…” Before she could respond, he dropped to his knees and her hands on his shoulders as he began to press his nose into her silken panties, kissing.