He put the bowl down in front of me. “Eat up like a good little bitch.” Despite the breast milk I was starving. I put my head down and started eat...ng. It was impossible to do without making a mess. It was embarrassing. “Does my little bitch want some more?” As he asked this he had started fucking my ass with his fingers and was driving me crazy. The kitchen was full. Everyone was watching. He had three fingers in me know, stretching me out. I moaned with pleasure. I could feel him against the. Mene kaha thik he. Vaha park sab gf bf behte the kiss kar rahe the aur me dekh raha tha. Mene socha chalo thodi flirting hi kar leta hu. To mene usse kaha kas me boss hota to yar bahut maja ata. To usne kaha kyu.Mene kaha ki puri rat itni khubsurat ladki ke sath kon rehne dega. To vo hasne lagi. Aur kehne lagi ye ladki ab kisiki ma ban chuki he aur agar tum boss hote to sayd muje bhi achha lagta. Me samj gaya ki ab ye bhi mujko like karti he to.Mene usse kaha ki akhe bandh karo ek surprise he.. I grasped her ass and picked her up, she wrapped her legs around the small of my back.“What are we going to do?”I didn’t answer, instead I started my motion again. Following my lead she started bouncing and got into rhythm with my thrusts. It looked like she was going to cum but was still going strong.“Fuck me harder! Harder!” she screamed.I went as fast as I could with her in the air, but that wasn’t enough.“C’mon harder! Give it to me!”She started getting aggressive, her grip on my shoulder. At the following session, her little fantasy came true. She removed her robe, sat on a chair, slowly spread her legs wide while the husband was setting up his equipment, and waited and watched for his reaction. When the husband finally looked up and saw Carol in the chair with her legs spread, he stared at her glistening, shaved pussy with fire and lust in his eyes. A wave of tingling and pleasure spread quickly through her body as she held tightly to the arms of the chair. Her pussy juices.