Mumtaz was in her formal suit as usual. She punched the key for the parking lot on the elevator.The air from the fan inside the elevator almost blew h...r head veil away. She grabbed it with her sweet fair fingers. The nails were coated with a bright red color. Mumtaz adjusted her veil and tucked it behind her ears, then walked towards her brand new black BMW. Mumtaz pulled open the driver’s side door and jumped in. She let out a sigh as she adjusted herself on the cushioned seat.“You are quick!”. She was nothing but a little black whore for dick.“I knew you’d give in you little bitch. I fucking knew.”Flash’s cock was massive, stretching her pouty lips, every word of his degrading triad punctuated by a thrust deeper into her throat.“You’re such a fuckslut, MJ. You were made for this. You were made for cock!”Michelle Jones was, and she knew it. She wasn’t a smart, strong, independent woman, she was just a worthless slut. This was a truth that was being burned into her soul as her mouth. Neetu moaned. I moved further up, made circles around her navel, and inserted a finger into it.Neetu was biting her lips. By now, her nighty moved till her thighs as my hand was going up. I slowly pulled it up, and Neetu helped me in removing it. Now my sex goddess was only with her panty on. It was a black panty on her white body. She was looking dam sexy.I bent a bit towards her boobs and started to suck them and lick her nipples. Neetu closed her eyes and moaned. She placed her hand on my. Clemence chewed on a piece of biscuit and held his bowl in both hands while his wife quickly finished hers and mopped it clean with a bent forefinger. Her gray eyes missed none of her man's actions or hesitations."There now," he said, stifling a cough and trading his almost full bowl for her empty one, "eat this, please darlin'; t'would pleasure me." No, ye must try." Elizabeth held his rheumy eyes and noted the tight-stretched skin over his jutting cheekbones.Clemence staggered to his feet and.