He laughed. She smiled and started to rub the oil into his chest with soft circular motions. Her small, saucy breasts invited his touch. His lips foun... her pert nipples. She sighed.Encouraged, his hands sought out her kneeling thighs and buttocks. His fingertips found the lace-covered lips of her labia and caressed. He felt her damp warmth. Slight stirring movements increased his access while her hands stroked his cock into rigid attention. “Oh that feels so good,” he moaned.Her breathing. Hanging her T-shirt over a nearby chair, Charise beganto unbuckle the belt of her stone wash jeans,listening to the restless murmur of the Friday nightcrowd. The Palais Royale was perhaps the most popularadult venue in the Red Zone; the main bar would beswarming with nightlife by ten. In less than fifteenminutes, the lingerie parade would begin, and Charisewould be sent out along the catwalk wearing littlemore than a whisper and a promise.She was almost feverish with anticipation. Charise had. I STARTED COMING TOWARDS HIM AND HE LOOKED AT THE SURGICAL BLUE BLANKET ON MY TRUNK WITH ALL THE PRETTY ITEMS THAT WERE PART OF MY TORTURE PROCEDURE AND I WENT UP TO HIM AND TOLD HIM TO HAVE A SEAT UPON HIS TRUNK AND STARTED SUCKING HIS COCK AND TOOK MY THUMB AND APPLIED SOME JELLY SO THAT IT WOULD SLIDE EASILY INTO HIS VIRGIN ASS AND HE TIGHTENED FOR THE VERY SMALL MOMENT UNTIL I GRABBED HIS PROSTATE AND GRAZED MY THUMB ACROSS IT AND HE SUCKED IN HIS BREATH AS A SMALL BIT OF CUM DRIPPED INTO. Wo thoda gusse me boli” ye kya bakwaas kar rahe ho, main tumhari aunty hoon, aur tumhari sikayat main tumhare papa aur chacha se bataungi”maine kaha ki “pehli cheez to main apko hamesha apni gf ki nazar se dekhta hoon aur agar apne papa ko ye baat batayi to main apke photo net pr upload ker doonga unhone kaha “kaun se photo”,Maine kaha “dekhogi kya unhone kaha “haan”fir maine apna mobile nikalkar unko saari photos aur videos dikhaye. aunty to photos dekhker ekdum shock ho gayi aur boli “ye.