.Isliye mai use bol kar bathroom chala gaya 5 minute ke bad wo bhi aa gayi.Uske ate hi hum dono ek dusre par bhukhe ki tarah toot pade…Thodi hi der ...e hum dono bilkul nange the..Dosto kya batau wo kya lag rahi thi bilkul ajanta ki murat..Use dekh kar to mera lund jhatke marne laga…Usne achanak hi mera lund apne muh me le liya aur. Chusne lagi mai to jaise jannat ki sair karne laga.10min tak uske muh me hi jhatke mar rahe tha ki mera pani nikal gaya aur wo pura pi gayi…Ab bari thi meri maine bhi. He looked at me, "Can I keep going." I gave him a very small nod yes. It was as if I was afraid to give him a bigger nod, afraid that someone would know or see that I was green lighting my son to open up my top to look at my tits. My nipples were so hard from the thought's of what my son was going to do. The fabric of the pajama top was rubbing against my nipples giving me a very pleasurable sensation. I could feel my pussy becoming even wetter as my son slowly unbuttoned my top. He very. He reaches in and grabs her top with both hands and then forcefully tears it open. Her flesh shimmers with a light sweat in the natural light coming through the office windows. His hands skirt over her breasts. He squeezes one and feels the other quicker beneath his touch with her heavy breaths. Her swollen nipples, darker than the surrounding flesh, caps both glorious mounds proudly. Her skirt has worked its way up to where her scaly smooth cunt can just be glimpsed between her spread legs as. Dyed hair, piercings and fishnets were commonplace, making the atmosphere particularly uncomfortable for the usual ‘bar star’ girls that frequented the downtown clubs. ‘Holy shit!’ Scott exclaimed, snapping me out of my alcohol and strobe light induced trance. ‘Look at that!’ I followed my friend’s pointing finger to the middle of the sunken dance floor where I soon spotted a pair of girls grinding against each other to the sexy beat of some unrecognizable song. They appeared to be.