Uske boobs mere chest pe ragad rahe the aur uska haath mere lund ko masal raha tha mera lund uske choot par tha aur uski choot ko ragad raha tha. Mera...lund uski choot pe chub raha tha. Ab maine uski tshirt utar di aur usne meri tshirt utar di. Usne black color ki bra pehen rakhi thi. phir maine uska payjame ka nada dhila kiya aur ek hi jhatke mein uska payjama utar diya.Ab woh thodi sharma rahi thi. Pehli baar woh mere samne sirf bra aur panty mein thi. Usne apa muh chupa liya.Maine kaha. “Arey. I could feel the blood rushing to my ass cheeks, making them feel warm and sore as he continued to whip me with what I assumed was his belt.“Mmmm, I love to see that big, slutty ass get red because of me.”He continued to whip me until I felt tears in my eyes from the stinging. Then he stopped, and I could feel his soft hand gently caress where I’d been whipped. Next, he came around in front of me. He removed the ball gag from my mouth, now covered in saliva, and he spat on my mouth, making me. Eventually he would lean over on her pressing his erection against the softness. Next he would gently pull his underwear down so he could feel her panties with his dick, and he would begin to gently slide it across her panties. On one occasion the sensation was so intense he eventually got brave enough to gently pull her panties down so he could feel the soft skin of her pretty little butt against his dick. Gradually as his pre-cum began to flow freely he gently put his knees on either side of. The guilt engendered by her need gnawed at her. Her son, Sam, fucking her on the plane had awakened an aching chasm of need in her. It was an evil need, a demeaning need. It took her into the abyss of social and moral degradation. It was so wrong! Still the memory of his huge young cock filling her pussy then plumbing the depths of her anus caused her to shiver involuntarily.Jamie rolled to a sitting position her, bare feet slapped loudly on the cool terrazzo floor. She stood and stripped off.