Wo madhosi se bol rahi thiplease Samir mat karo please ahhhhhh oohhhh please mene uske blouse nikaldi or wo mere samne bra me thi mene der na kerte hu... uski bra utar di or usne apne haath se apne boobs dhak liye or muje nasili aakho seDekhte h8ue bolne lagi please Sssamirrrr please nahiiiii aahhhhhh muje kuch ho raha he please mene uske haath hataye or uske boobs apne haath me liye or dabane laga or ye kya kitne mulayam makhmal ki tarah uske boobs the me unhe mehsus kerta raha fir mene apne muh. I bought the scotch bottle right in the drawing room as I knew that we both are going to finish the bottle.Rittu and dimpy ware just chating causally.I poured a galss of scotch for dimpy and myself and told rittu to get some snacks forum the kitchen. As soon as rittu got up and went to kitchen dimpy turned her face backward to look at my wife ripe ass. I knew that dimpy was not married yet and he might be still being looking for someone to stroke his hard cock. As I poured more drinks in our. Then let me know you're back, give me about ten seconds and come into the bedroom. You do all that and I'll give you a nice surprise." A surprise? You mean like some Reese's Pieces?" A different kind of surprise." Give me a hint." Then it wouldn't be a surprise." Aw, come on Jill..." JACK!" He was starting to get to me.He grinned and swatted me on the butt. "Come on, Bozo. Your mama wants to get rid of us for a while."Bozo was more than happy to do what I wanted without giving either of us a. My cock throbbed with every movement, eager for more direct attention.“Mmm… Pull my hair,” Liv purred. I gathered a handful and gave it a gentle tug. I felt her hand wrap around my cock, but she wasn’t satisfied.“Harder…” she hissed in my ear. I tugged sharply, pulling her head back. She gasped happily as I buried my face against her exposed neck. I licked her skin and sucked hard enough to leave a mark.“Ah! Yesss, like that,” she groaned as she tugged and stroked my shaft. “Now put your.