Sharmili sighed and wrapped her arms around her lover whispering, “Yes…yes…yes, Shailu, fuck me please, Shailu, fuck me hard.” I didn’t wast... time satisfying her wishes. I began to pump my huge member in and out of her tight cunt, not fucked in so many months. She moaned with pleasure and clenched my cock with her cunt muscles. Her cunt clasped my cock and pulled my foreskin back so my sensitive cockhead would be rubbed intensely by her cunt walls as I thrust it deep into her. Sharmili moaned. Hers and mine. That is how hard her nipples were and how muscular Ellen really was. I thought that Ellen also does nipple aerobics. I laughed a little and Ellen asked - what?? Told her my private joke and she laughed . . . a lot. I told her to go to the living room (LR) that I would bring her a goblet of wine and some cheese to munch a bit. She did not release me. She held my hands and made me walk to the kitchen with her. When we got to the kitchen Ellen again kissed me hard. I returned. Then maine uska blouse nikal diya ab wo sirf bra and panty mai thi mai sidha uske armpits ko lick krne laga wo bahot siskiya le rhi thi bol rhi thi aisa aaj tak nhi kiya kisi ne chaat lo sab thodi der tak armpits lick kiye phir uski bra nikal di uske boobs bahot tight the unhe choosne laga aur kaatne laga jor jor se dabane laga wo mujhe nails chubhane lagi ab usne mujhe dhkka diya aur mera underwear khich diya . Mera lund dekh ke khush hogyi boli kaafi acha h..By the way mera lund insaan ka h. Despite the cold, she sat motionless for some minutes, her sore arms around her bruised and battered legs, and her chin resting on her knees. "Hell, just look at those yellowing bruises! It's going to take weeks to get back to normal. I hope I get to keep a few of these marks for a long time, though. Honourable scars - I'm so proud of them all - nice scars, I love you all! God, what is happening to me! I used to be a normal first-class honours graduate with her name to make in the world, not a.