Story chi suruvat zali mazya vahini kadun tya velela me shalet jayacho. Shala sakalich asayachi ani dupari me amchya shejari rahat asalelya mazya ate ...havakade jayacho tv baghayala to tya velela maza ate bhau kamavar asayacha ani gharat fakt amhi chaughe vahini ani tyanchya don muli. Vahinichi mothi mulagi tya veles 3 varshachi hoti ani choti nukatich janmaleli hoti.Amachi vahini thodi yendhalat ahe mhanaje tila ticha padar vaigare tapatip thevata yet nahi pravasat tar ticha ardha ball tar. Missy Elliot was playing so they were probably krumping.Another roar of laughter sounded. Sasha opened the study door and stuck her head in, music suddenly very loud."Dad, my friends want to see your shuffle dance. Come and show them."With memories of how my sweet loving daughter reacted last time, I refused. "Absolutely not." Aaw, c'mon, Dad. Don't be shy," Sasha pleaded, adding a grin."Nope. No way, no how."Sasha looked at me. She smiled, cunning emerging in her amber eyes. She entered the. After half an hour, I started stroking his cock again with my fingers, getting him hard again while I whispered dirty, nasty things in his ear. All the things I would let him do to me now that he had claimed me. Now that he had made me his little whore. It took no time at all for him to be ready to go again! This time he wanted to take me from behind, like a bitch in heat, and that excited me! So I got up on my hands and knees, and even though I was a little sore, the thought still made me. Working up the rhythm as I started to enjoy myself again. Admiring his body while doing so definitely helped me in the process. His chest was a piece of art, made up out of pecs that were round and full, pushed tight together and divided by a chiseled lining down the middle. On top of that the structure of his skin was precious like silk, and his brown nipples spoke to my tongue. If only I could reach them.That’s when Marcel gave me something else to suck on. He had gotten up and was now.