Mein mera kharr lund saaf dikh raha tha Sumera bolli merray raja ka lund to dikhao aur underwear nichay kar diyya aur kholli ankhon sasy dekhnay laghi...aur bolli hay tera to bohat barra ha ab maza ay gha aur sumer gee nay apnay sarray kapray uttar diy men bi josh men tha aur apna lund pakkar kar bolla aja meri rani men tayyar hoon wo muskrai aur mer lund chusnay lagi mujhay aik dam jurrjurri hoi assy laghta thaw o bhari mahir ha iss kaam men wo lollipop ki tarah shoos rahi this mer full tana. ’ ‘Oh fine come on up.’ she told him and hung up the phone. She rushed into her room and through on a bra and some underwear under a pair of black yoga pants and a blue Colts t-shirt. Her door bell rand and after letting the water out of the bathtub, she went to answer it. Rand stood on the other side looking very sexy in a pair of worn jeans and a hoodies. His hair curled in a mad disarray on his head and his eyes shined with mischief. In his hand he had a large pizza box and Cass could. What was this female doing? Why was this woman screaming bloody murder or something like that they asked one another? What exactly was she doing with whatever she had down in between her legs? They’d find out as she plunged “whatever” it was, wildly and crazily into her privates and enjoying the triumphant results of doing it nonetheless. The rather “friendlier” group of Indians watched but couldn’t understand what she was up to. Why was it that the woman down below is screaming? No one is with. She could and did take me down to the root -- I'm no stallion, but, I mean, she didn't gag or anything. I think her throat was double-jointed.And she fucked even better than she sucked. Lying down, sitting up, standing, squatting, on all fours, or any other position you could name -- and several that I'm pretty sure have no names -- Clarissa gave as good as she got. She could flex the muscles of her cunt like a boa constrictor and pound her hips faster than a hummingbird flaps its wings. Yeah,.