…woh MAST ho kar siskyan dene lagi….OHHHH Shitttt…..PAGAL KAR DO GE MUJHE..daver ji….CHOOSO AUR CHOOSO…..JE TUMHARI HI TALASH ME THE…..mei... apni tounge ko zor zor se uski chuchion par masalne laga…aur uske upar let gaya…-. KUTTI SAALI neeche se itna macahl rahi thi….aur ooonchi ooonchi awaze de rahi thi….HEYYYY HEYYYYY:…CHOSO IN KO…KHA JAO….ME SHADI SHUDA HON, LEKIN US HARAMI NE KYA MAZA DENA HAI MUJHE…..CHOSO MER MAMMON KO daver ji……… Soorat se bholo bhaali, lekin mast…saath me mujhe bhi mast. I reached for her. “Undress for me Will,” she said, stepping out of the dress. I drank in her beauty with my own hungry stare and slipped the jacket from my shoulders. Riley climbed onto the bed, still wearing the red stilettos. She reclined on the pillows and spread her shapely legs as I unbuttoned my shirt. I removed the shirt and tossed it in the corner with my jacket. Riley’s hand was between her legs, slowly stroking and spreading her moist lips. I kicked off my boots and reached for the. “I am Russell Kenai, he asked you to meet”. He waved us both to walk in the office looking room with a large table and chair on one side and a leather couch at the opposite wall and gestured to sit at the couch. Getting kind of excited to be at a proper place, I decided to start the conversation. “Travis told us that you might have some work for us”. I said very briefly.“Yes, and Travis told me that he was sending you and your friend here to me and I understand, you were completely broke”. He. I thought about just fucking her but then I realized that this woman could teach me a lot about sex, love, and relations with girls my own age. She could be my tutor. When I told her what I wanted she smiled and said that she would be happy to help me out. However, right at that moment she just wanted my cum in her pussy so she could call her husband and have him come home. Cumming in her was not a problem for me. She handed me a permanent marker and I wrote on her tits like her husband had.