There in front of me were 6 men all sitting around a large oval table. On the table was a red table cloth and in the centre was a round mat. “Arhh �...�said one of the well dressed men, “this must be Victoria in the sheer tans”. He indicated for the receptionist to leave and walked over to take my hand. “This way please” he said leading me up to and onto the table. At the end was a small set of steps, so I climbed up and stood in the centre of the table in front of 6 impeccably dressed men, wearing. . . . . . Daldo apna virus meri chit main. ”Maine use bed pe niche leta diya. . . . Maine uske dono pair faila diye. Uske dono pair mere kandho pe the. . . . Maine mere lund ka tops uske chut pe rakha aur ragadne laga aur wo aahe bharne lagi. . . . Ahhh. . . Aaaaa. . . . . . Ssss. . . . . . Aaaah. . . . Ab dal bhi do mat tadpao . . . . . Ahh. . . . Uuuuuu. . . . Ahhh. . . . . Aiii. . . . . Fir maine ek jor ka jhatka diya meta aadha lund uske choot main thus gaya. . . . Aur uske muh se chik. Kathy said she didn’t like the taste initially, but the way Mahi moaned and thrashed around encouraged her to do more. She was proud and excited that she was able to make her fried feel good. I was glad to hear that my daughter was no taker, after a while they later switched positions and Mahi ate Kathy’s pussy out. Kathy played with my cock as she described in detail what my daughter’s pussy looked like, tasted like, felt like and how she ended up finger fucking her. This was the beginning of. She felt suddenly winded, unable to get her breath. The room felt suddenly warmer, muggier. Her breasts heaved, pressed against his chest, feeling constricted, wanting to be free. He pulled the knot of her shirt loose, then popped open the buttons. He scooped her warm soft breasts from her bra, burying his face between them, kissing the globes of her flesh, taking her taut nipples between his soft lips. Tasting her. She felt a whimper begin in her throat, fought to keep it silent. Then, as he.