Phir vo khadi hoke mere pass ati hai aur mera shirt utarti hai aur mujhe kiss karti hai.Ab mai sirf underwear mai hota hu aur hum dono phir smooch kar...e lag jate hai. Mera ek hath uski gand par hota hai aur dusra uski bra ke huk par aur vo bhe apne hath sai mera loda pakkad kar underwear ke upper sai hila rahi hoti hai.Phir mai uski bra utarta hu aur uske boobs ko ajad karta hu aur phir mai dhire dhire uske bbobs shelata hu aur uske nippel ko jor sai daba deta hu.Vo ek dum sai chillati hai. My bet is that it was being made by a cock driving into a very wet hole. Hillary and I made small talk for a couple of minutes and we each told the other that we loved them and then we hung up. I hoped Bob was enjoying himself; it would be a shame to go through what was going to happen to him and not have gotten something out of it.When I got home Hillary was waiting for me dressed in my favorite outfit, a pair of 'come fuck me' pumps and nothing else. She asked me if I would like a drink or. I tried to scream as the goons lifted me while Sujit held up my kicking legs. I was carried into the palace and laid on the floor. I struggled as the goons tore off my clothes. They stuffed my blouse into my mouth and tied my hands with my torn sari.Sujit was on top of me, biting my left nipples and squeezing my right nipple while dry humping my pussy. My pussy was chafing as his rough jeans rubbed against it. Every time I tried to throw him off me, I was slapped hard. My skin was now red all. We drank our water hungrily and she looked at me with an appreciative look.I told her to lay back on the bed and slowly straddled her lap. She groaned as I started to bounce on her lap. She grabbed hold of my cock and started to jerk me off as I bounced on her lap. She looked up at me with sheer lust and I knew she loved fucking me. I loved getting fucked by her and told her so."Fuck, I love your cock in my ass. Please fuck me hard. I love it."She seemed to get her wind back and literally.