There where short moments she even got jealous, she should have been the girl, not that stranger. Other times she though she wanted to see more action...and wished they would just start fucking the girl. Of course, it lasted just a moment before she told herself that it was her on the screen, not some strange, sexy woman.Having this dual sensation of both being a watcher and being humiliated turned her so much on she hardly manage to be standing still. When the camera followed a hand with red. She stirred slightly, responding to the sensation of my hard cock sliding between those lips and I gave her a few minutes of slow deep strokes before I leaned forward and wrapped both gloved hands around her throat. She responded weakly and as I continued stroking her cunt I increased the pressure around her neck. Her eyes fluttered open wide, and she made an attempt to sit up but her body wasn't obeying - she tried to grab me but I had slipped cotton gloves on her hands while she was. Her pulse increased and her nostrils flared as her vaginal sweated out more and more of her deliciously creamy oils. She wondered how her vagina would smell close up. How it would be if she could get her face down there between her perfectly sculptured thighs and just stay there and enjoy the wonder of it all. She began to see it as if it was real. Her mind was now bring her closer to her own crotch and she could see the way her panties had darkened with wetness. "Oh yes", she thought. She was. Me—–sir aapka matlabSir—-dekho main jabardasti nahin kartaMe–theekh hai sir..lakin mujhe paas jaroor karwa denaSir–bilkul meri beti..Sir ki patnighar par nahin thiSir-beti mere paas aao.Main sir ke paas chali gayi.Sir–beta mujhe khush karna shuru karo.Main to paas hone ke liye kuch bhi kar sakti thi isliye maine sabse pehle sir ke saamne apne mummo ko dabaya..gol-gol sir dekhte hi reh gaye….phir maine apni fuddi ke upar hath pheera..aur apni tangon ko kabhi chora kiya aur kabhi band karke sir.