Mohan ko tow pata nahe kaya howgaya tha sub kuch buhul kar uski Chut or Gand ke line chata he jaaa raha thaa firRiya bhe rangme aane lage or aapne chu... ko Mohan ke muhme bhar deyaa uski madak khshboo see Mohan ke Rome Rome me gududi hone lage Mohan usk chut aapne zuban se rass pee pee kar chusne lagaaa or kuch he dare me wo jhad gayee par mera or mohan ka man aabhe tak nahe bhara thaw Wo humdono ke beech Sandwich bani rahe Mohan aage se uski khub chut chodi or Mane ne peche se uski khub gand. Look around.” I was in a large room with about a dozen filled beds. I focused to my left, where a woman was covered up to her shoulders with a white sheet. A nasal cannula gently hissed air, and she stared into an oval, curved dish that was aimed a few centimeters from her eyes. It was suspended by a slender arm that was tethered to a rail that ran above her for the length of the bed. A second multi-jointed arm was secured at the other end and was positioned between her legs, under the sheet. I. She grabbed me by the base again and leaned forward rubbing her nipples on my chest and slipped me into her pussy. To say this felt wonderful on my cock ..she wasn't tight but it felt just right with the wetness and she started to orgasm again and smiled. She asked how she compared to my other "older" lady and I said.."I never compare and take each pussy as their own". "Good answer and just who is this older lady?" She continued to grind her hips on me and I could feel her cervix rubbing the. I squirmed and kicked vehemently, fighting for control, but was rapidly losing the battle. You paused to still my legs and brought the opener up between my thighs, raking it lightly over my hot pussy lips while you spoke,?I know that you think you’re 'tough girl' but you’re really just my Lil Bit.?It wasn’t a question. It was a statement that was filled with affection. Your voice gripped my heart and twisted.?You know better than to behave like that. Don’t you??Emotions assailed and I went to.