“Am I an ordinary sexy woman?”, she asked. She slowly moved towards me.“What…. What is this all about?”, I asked.“You have all the freedom...to get away from this. But will you?”, she asked.“Hell no, bitch,” I said as I pulled her towards me and kissed her lips madly. She removed her dress as I removed my t-shirt. I tore her bra and squeezed her melons as I french kissed her.She then knelt down and removed my pants and underwear. Seeing my 8-inch cock, she exclaimed: “Oh my God. I am gonna suck. I usually got home around 4:30am and got to sleep about 5:30.I’ve never really been a hard sleeper so I get woken up during the day by people moving around the house or my sister taking a shower at 9am. The bathroom is right next to my room, so I hear everything.After my dad died, I had an even harder time sleeping. This was compounded by my working nights.After about a week my mom noticed I was looking very tired and we talked about it.Mom decided to send me to a shrink to “talk about things”.. The sound of her juices flowing matched the slurping suckles her mouth made on My Dick. I knew she was sucking Me off so she could feed but there was something more about this act of devotion, it was her way of getting off like she had grown up getting off. Ingrid stayed a virgin until she was married because she had an insatiable appetite for Dick and she never let that stop her. She didn't let the boys play with her pussy, only she did that. She didn't show the boys her naked body, she loved. Main na kaha ka agar tumhain bura laga ha tu main band kar daeta hun tum kam karlo……wo agaye aur main na tv bund kar deya…….us na jalde jalde kam khatam kiya aur chale gaye….Aglay din wo aye tu us na atay he mere traf dekha aur fir tv ki taraf …… magar tv bund tha aur main ik magazine parh raha tha …..wo kam karna lage main utha aur uss ka pas sa guzra…..tu mujha us ka arm pits sa smeel aye …..app main sa buhat logon ko ya acha nahi laga ga but m obsessed with it ……main na najane kaisa us ko.