To watch as her lips parted and the head of my cock disappeared. Followed by nearly the rest of my shaft. Those lips fitting snuggly and dragging back...over my throbbing flesh. Truth to tell I have had better head, but her damn enthusiasm and the fact we were where we were. Gave her major points for the effort. Besides she also liked it when you grabbed her head and fucked her face. Literally holding her by her ears and hair. Thrusting, ramming my cock in and out of her mouth. The rush I’d get. Main dana dan Sushmita kee choot men apna lund thelne laga. Ab Sushmita bhi puri masti men aa chuki thi. Wo uttejna ke maare badbadaane lagi thi. “Are saale aaj tumhaare lund ko kya ho gaya hai? Jor jor se dhakke maar na. Saale aurrrrr kass ke chod. Hayyyy jjjallddiii jallddi dhhhakke mmaar. Puree ttakkkat se apppna llaannd mmmeerrree ccchhut meennn thhhheel salle. Auur jaaldiii jalldiii dhhakkkkee marrr.” Sushmita kee uttejit aawaaj se meree uttejna bhi aur badhtee ja rahee thee aur main uskee. It became a standing joke over the years that she would flirt quite brazenly with me in front of her husband and he would tease her that given the chance she would not know what to do with me if she was given the opportunity, just for the laugh i used to return the banter by complimenting her and generally flirting with her to make her feel good. If i am honest Yvonne who was 64yrs old was what i would usually describe as mutton dressed as lamb, she had, as most women of her age tend to have. “No, please, not that! The paddle, use the paddle!” she begged.The headmaster paused, and hope rose up inside her as he considered the offer. A moment later, however, he shook his head in pity.“If I used only the paddle, would you have learned your lesson?” he asked.Sarah opened her mouth to respond, but just before she could, she stopped as the meaning of the words became clear. Everything in her screamed for her to say yes, but standing over her, the headmaster looked down at her with a.