Thoda try karne ke bad timing mil gaya. Aur kya tha. De dhana dhan. Vimla niche ki aur marti aur me upar. Lund bur me chap chap ki awaaz nikalne laga....Didi tumahara bur se bahut pani nikalna laga hai; ha re aab puri chudai ki masti chai hai. Tera lund to sirif char inch ka hai lekin kya maaza de raha hai. Dekhna char chay mahino me ye lund aur lamba aur mota ho jayaga. Kyu? Mera kamsin bur ko chut bana ke puchta hai kyu? Kyu ki tera lund mera bur ka meeta rus pe kar tagra hone lagaga. Oh Oh,. It was that night where Manan was having phone sex with my wife and I was banging Niyati in allpossible style which aroused me and my wife too much and Manan never knew that Niyati was having real sex with her hubby and doing and talking out all that noises. From that day onwards Manan never miss a chance to brush his elbow or wave his hands on Niyati’s boobs or back,Niyati always gave him a crooked looks with a lustfull smile on her face, which always encourage Manan a lot, but due to time. She strokes my cock with one hand and encouragingly guides my shaft toward her hot box. I change positions…and move up on top. I kiss her gently on her lips. She helps guide my cock near her pussy. Very Slowly; and very carefully I slide my rod into her hot box. She bites her lip, closes her eyes and lets out a deep sexual tone. I push in deep, and pull back. I slide back in and she lets out a low “oh, fuck yea!! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!” I pull out and press the head of my cock on her clit and rub. She didn't want to lose her new boyfriend to his mother. "Jerry," she cried, "you can fight this! Drug addicts get cured all the time! You can be cured, too." I looked up. She was staring at me, her pupils like saucers, her tits quivering like-- well, like every other virgin bitch in heat.I made my eyes suddenly brighten. "Wait," I said. "You're right, it's like being a drug addict. They give heroin addicts a substitute drug until they're not hooked anymore. Judy, can it-- No," I interrupted.