She lay motionless in an attempt to calm her body. Time passed. She curled and turned on the bed – angry and frustrated. The clock struck twice. She...wanted a glass of cold water. She was thirsty. She got up, wore her clothes and tiptoed out of the bedroom. The entire house seemed asleep. It was a usual hot, oppressive summer night of Lahore. She realized this as she stepped out of her air-conditioned bedroom. The kitchen was on the ground floor – close to the bedroom of Nawaz’s parents. Kulsoom. Bilkul saf gila gila sa gorjous chut tha. puri din office mey moja aa gayaUse apni skirt kich kich ke choot chupate huye dekhne mey. phir may sam tak itna hott ho gaya tha ki use office me kam ki bahane rok liya sath me uski dad ko bhi baki log sab chale gaye the fir mey use cabin pe bula ke bariya sa ek blow job liya. tab tak mey uski top utar dii thi. ar dubaba uski choochi ko chusne laga meri lauda ko hard korne ke liye wao thore bad mey usko table pe juklake khari korke uska piche aa kor. She rested on me and rotated her hips forward and backward. I felt the head of my penis dragging along a rough place on the upper inside of her. She leaned back and lifted up and down, accentuating the pressure on that place. I watched my penis disappear inside her, the wet lips of her pussy hugging it is it drove into her, then dragging along it as she pulled me back out."Ohh, oh baby, mama's gonna cum, you're gonna make mama cum. Cum with me...?" She seemed to be begging me. Her motion sped. A moan escapes your lips. It's a sound you've never made before.You're on your feet startled. Your biceps are gone. No arm hair. Thin wrists. Dainty long fingers with long nails painted the same color as your toes. Your tits are in the way so that you can't even see your feet without bending. "Well, it doesn't get any lighter than this." Your lips moved so you knew it was you talking, but the voice wasn't yours. The bass is gone, the depth was replaced with a smokey seductive purr.You tighten.