Brush khatam hua to mistress mere naak ko kheech ke mujhe paas layi aur isaro se muh kholne ko bola. Maine muh khola to mistress ne apne brush kiya hu... thuk mere muh me thuk diya aur kaha “Aaj se tu hi mera wash basin hai…Mujhe kuch bhi thukna hoga to tere muh me thukungi…” Main chup chap nigal gaya…Phir malkin ne kula kiya aur thuka…Main wo bhi pi gaya…Malkin khus hui aur boli,”Tu bahut acha kutta ban chuka hai…Abhi tujhe inaam milega”Isse pehle ki main kuch soch pata, malkin mere chhati pe. I gently squeezed them as I moved them apart and ran my tongue along the thin fabric of her thong that was snuggly sitting between her cheeks. I slipped a finger under her panty to feel her pussy and I felt her soft pubic hair. I slid my finger inside her to find her wet. I pulled down her little thong and told Rita that I must taste her lovely pussy. I moved my keyboard and monitor to the side and she sat on the table with her legs apart and her sandalled feet on the armrest of the chair. She. The two had fucked since almost constantly. The two were, as Anam promised, like two bunnies. Anam had moved into the room with Keith running away from home. Anam mostly rode Keith, delighting him with the sight of her Muslim boobs bouncing up and down and the soft, clay-like feeling of her big tits in contrast her her rock hard nipples as they fucked hard, but often Keith would lay her on her back and fuck her hard, holding his cock all the way inside her as he cummed. Over these few weeks he. "How is Duane better than me?" I asked.There was a slight pause from her, but then she said: "Okay, look. I love you. Okay? I do. I'm not just saying that. But, Duane is just a better lover. I mean," and there was another slight pause before she went on, "he's got a really big cock," she said, and then she added by saying, "and he really knows how to use it." And I don't?" I replied, suddenly feeling a stab of remorse, and frustration."Babe, maybe we shouldn't talk about this right now. Okay? I.