Kushboo lagne lagi aur me unki gand ke chad ko jum jum kar choose aur chatne laga wow I was very tasty wo b maza se ahhhhh hmmm kar maza lee rahi thi ...hir unhone kaha ke amal mare gand ke hole me jeev dalo mane wasa he kia par mari jeev zada under nahi gai tab mane unke gand ke hole me apni ungli dali aur andar bahar karne laga wo zor se cheak uthi aur ahhhhh ahhhhhh kar awaz nikal ne lagi tab muj ko bada maza aya phir mane unko doggi style me hone ko kaha wo maan gai phie mane unki gand me. When our lips met, it was like a lightening bolt shot through me, starting at my mouth and ending at my toes, effecting everything in between. I’m a good Catholic girl! Not great, mind you, but good. I go to church every Sunday, and at 19, still a virgin. I’ve had my chances to change that, but never pursued them. Up until now, even though I understand the mechanics, I’ve never practiced. But when his lips brushed mine, it was like magic! Almost automatically I opened my mouth, letting his. She was a lady in her late sixties with medium length blonde hair and, for her age a tidy figure. I hadn’t had that much to do with her as she seemed never seemed to go out and kept herself pretty much to herself. That all changed on Friday night last week though when I was playing in a darts match down my local.After the match was over, I was sitting chatting to some of the other lads on the team when I heard a bit of a commotion in the lounge bar. The next thing I knew was Hazel came. Hard, slamming me, his huge cock grinding in again and again, pummelling my cervix, my breasts jumping up and down with his vicious thrusts. Over and over he ripped into me, driving me forward so my face was fucking the swollen tool in my mouth. I gagged, writhed, choked.“Okay, slow it down-long, slow strokes, hold inside for a few seconds-this is for both of you. Looking for good stills here,” David was pacing, watching my rape from all angles, analysing. “Okay, you-up on the table. Straddle.