” I breathed heavily, every ridge and bump on his shaft triggering my senses until I shook as cum gushed from my quivering cunt. He kept fucking...me and I kept coming, my juices forming a growing pool on the floor.I sensed his cock grow thicker before he grabbed my hair and pulled me back hard, impaling me even deeper. “First load coming butt-slut!” He growled as his cock sprayed long and hard, unleashing a torrent of sweet fuck juice deep in my thoroughly stretched butt. That sent me. Maine usse happy bday bola aur cake diya cake dekhte hi woh bahut khush hui aur mujhe thanks bola aur kehle lagi ki tum bahut ache hoo hum dono ne cake kaatne ke baad baatien karne lage. maine usse dance ke liye bola usne kaha pehle door band kar do maine main door band kiye aur hum dono couple danceKarne lage maine thodi der baad hath uski gaand par halke se rakha woh boli ye kya kar rahe ho maine bola dance woh boli ye kaisa dance hai maine bola ki ye toh apko mujhse jayada ata hoga woh. For a prostitute, a high-class escort, she kissed like a loving wife.“Mmm, you look so hard Pierre, your time is coming.”As Hilde kissed him passionately, Lina swallowed on his cock. For a brief moment he was there, his wife getting fucked as she deep-throated him.Their oblique angle to the screen gave them all the perfect view. Unfastening his bonds, Hilde presented her luscious behind, toned and curvaceous. Straddling him in reverse, Lina held him and rubbed its head up and down Hilde’s wet. ”Tried to tell him how I blushed at this suggestion. He was annoyed, “Nandita, what is more important for you? Your lajja (shame) or getting relief from the pain?” I agreed that certainly the second one is more important for me. My husband looked happy. He said that I should offer him Rs.50/- extra per month for this job. Next morning, after my husband left for the office, I called Bachchu and told him about my decision. He was happy that at last I have agreed to his suggestion. I told him.