Mamiji ne muze awaj dekar kaha idar aajao dinu. Mai akar unke samane baith gaya wo muzse sexy andaz se bate karne lagi. Aur khul kar boli dinu aaj kar...muze bahut karne ka man hota hai kya karon ? Mai bola Mamiji kya karne ka man hota hai ? Wo boli dinu tum to janate hi ho muze chudai ki bahut ichha hoti hai kya tum muze chodoge. Maine kaha thik hai mami ji aur wo mere pant ke upar se hi lund ko sahalane lagi mai uske boobs dabane laga saath saath chumane bhi laga. Itane me door bell baji maine. “How much longer, beta?” Keshav asked his son, putting his phone away.“Another half hour papa, 45 minutes max”, he said.Keshav’s phone rang once more, and he glued the phone to his ear, speaking it to it while looking out the window. Naren got back to kneading his mother’s thighs.***The unnatural relationship between Tulsi and her son began three months ago when she had accidentally sent him a naked selfie. Keshav was on a long business trip, and Tulsi was feeling quite naughty that day. After. We are both silenced and are pushed over on our sides. Our feet are pulled close together and tied. I feel the softness of Amber's nylon clad feet against mine. She is struggling as we are tied. I start to struggle too. We both lay on the floor tied together making squealing noises into the gag. "If you cannot behave, you will be punished." Pete says and returns to the kitchen. We lay on the floor together, Amber is pulling against the ropes and our feet are rubbing together making that noise. ’ Arching her back as he thumbed her clit, pressing it hard she moaned, ‘Please… please Chad, fuck me hard… hurt me…’ Chad bit down again on her nipple as she panted and begged, turning her so that her back was to him, he pushed her upper body down so that she was bent over the car. Pulling her skirt up, he raised his hand and brought it down on her ass, spanking her over and over as she cried out. Far too soon for her, he’d stopped slapping her pink cheeks and was pressing the hard tip of his.