.angry. It was very the****utic. It felt a little like going to Confession! Of course, he couldn't go an actual priest and tell him the sort of things...he felt at those moments, but it felt like the next best thing! In a sense, he, himself, WAS his own Confessor. There was no one else he could confide in! There really was something cathartic, and the****utic, about these late night video indulgences---They served as a way to come to terms within himself of things his family could never fathom!. Aisa lg rha tha jaise lund kha jayegi.Ab mera lund khda ho chuka tha.Maine usko apni taangein khol k letne ko kha and she didMain lund uski chut pr rub kr rha tha. I was teasing her.She said “Daal de behanchod”But I kept teasing her few more timeThen she said” ab or kya chahte hai tu maderchod” ??Maine ek hi bar mein pura lund uski chut mein daal diya.Or wo chilla uthiShe:- behanchod nikal bahar nhi to mar jaungi. AaaaahhMaine uske boobs ragadne shuru kiye taki uska dhyan hat jaye.Kuch der baad. He caressed her bottom with the end of the crop, just before bringing down a hard whack on the crease of her bottom. He continued to repeat this process over and over on her bottom and tops of her thighs, taking pleasure in her yelps and moans through her gagged mouth. She needed this punishment, she wanted it in fact. But that didn’t make it hurt any less. Her bottom and thighs burned with the sharp sting of the crop.He stopped momentarily and came round to the other side of the table. He held. The chair was at the perfect height with me sitting in front of him.His cock was still soft and bigger than I remembered, and his hairy balls are the size of eggs and hanging down over the edge of the chair in his hairy scrotum. I thought that was my last time sucking him, and I was determined to make it last as long as possible. I leaned in and got my first smell of his wonderfully musky crotch. Then I took his soft, uncircumcised cock in one hand to lift it out of the way, as I fondled his.