"shh...do you want everyone to hear the whore?"you asked me. i quieted down. unfortunately, you finally removed your foot from my pussy. you put it at...my mouth and told me to suck your toes. i had been waiting for this moment forever; however, i didn't expect to be sucking on my own pussy juice too. i v. eagerly sucked on your toes when you told me convincingly. "now, slave, don't you like the taste of your pussy better than the taste of your asshole?" i was totally confused but by that time. This series revolves around an unsatisfied wife named Nisha. She loves to explore her fantasies and can go to any limit to turn them into reality.I hope you guys like this series, too, and show your immense love and support as you all have shown to my previous stories from the series. Happy Reading.Hi guys, I am Nisha. I am a married woman living in Delhi with my husband, Satish. We got married two years ago, and ever since then, our life has been nothing less than miserable for us. Before. He opened his bag of oils and towels, telling Mary to get undressed, cover herself with the towel, and he would be back in the room in a couple of minutes.As Mary removed her robe, and climbed on the table, she seemed to be completely relaxed and ready for a nice, calming massage.Terrance knocked on the door, and entered to find this beautiful woman, with incredibly tight legs, laying peacefully in front of him. He asked if she had any particular areas that she would like home to concentrate. They explored for a few moments, and Paul’s cock became harder than cement each second.When they drew apart again both were surprised and breathing heavily; even Katie didn’t look too certain as to why she’d done it.“Paul!’ Came Mollie Lindberg’s voice. “Are you gonna help me with this salad? Bring Katie too if you can find her!’ Just remembering the whole scene had Paul stiff as a brick again. He tried to focus on the plate in front of him.‘So, kids, ‘ Pastor Cal Fontz started. He made sure.