Mein uski nabhi tak pahuch gaya aur use apni jeebh daalkar chatne laga, shruti siskariyan pe siskariyan bharne lagi. ab mein uski chuchiyon ko buri ta...ah se masalne laga. thodi der baad, maine usk bra k hook ko khola aur uski pyari-pyari chuchiyon ko azad kiya.bra kholne k baad to jaise mein uski chuchiyon pe tut pada. buri tarah se unko masalne laga. uske nipples ekdum kadak the. Fir, mein uske nipples ko apni do ungliyon k beech le kar masalne laga, shruti to jaise pagal hi ho gai. fir maine,. It took only 2 minutes to arrive at Cottage lane, a dark two mile stretch that ran between our village and another main commuter road. Halfway down the lane I stopped and reversed into a field entrance backing right up until the car almost touched the gate, making the car disappear into the bushed entrance. If a car was to drive by slow enough they would see us but at any decent speed the car probably wouldn’t register. At this time of night I was also sure the usual hoard of dog walkers would. We watched in amazement as her clit bud grew to almost twice its original size and Lisa was swearing and sweating as the heat of the chilli burned her labia and clit. He then took a thick dildo and rubbed what was left of the chilli juice and seeds along its length, sprinkled some tabasco pepper sauce onto it as well and slid it into her cunt. A butt plug was treated the same way and that went into her arse. It stung her like crazy. With her clit so swollen he was able to tie a thin cord around. During those last few steps I could feel my pussy juices running down my inner thighs, and I wanted to jump this old man’s bones and fuck him up really good, so as we went inside and I closed the door, I let my housecoat open up and asked him if he wanted to bed me first then have coffee. We dropped onto the carpeted hallway and fucked, with my long legs wrapped around his waist, with my hips rising and falling on his long cock as he lay on top of me, my orgasm was worth all my submission into.