Haaaiiii meri jawaanii…. saali bekaar hi ho jaati… agar aaj aapka yeh lund na milta. Aur jor se husao ungli. Faad dalo meri gaand ko. Anwar Bhai: ...amare aur is kothe ke hote hue teri jawaani bekar kaise jaati rani. Teri is chut ko toh mein choos shoos ke behaal kar dunga aur rahi teri gaand woh toh main maroonga hi. Saali chinaal bada hi mast item hai be tu.Saali kahaan chip thi itne dino se. Ritu Chachi : Aaahhh mat ruko ab… aaahhhh….aaaaaaaahhhh… Haiii yeh kya ho raha hai mujheee…. Aaaahhhh. Other that is, than to pour some warm oil onto my cock before starting to pump it in slow, long movements. It felt absolutely fantastic. I didn’t last long, I knew I would not or could not, so it was just a few moments later that I exploded and my sperm gushed all over the pleasure giving hand and my stomach. It was over quickly. I opened my eyes and took the damp, warm flannel that was being held out for me. ‘Was that to mister’s satisfaction?’ The young, Thai, male masseur asked me? ++ I had. Too many questions, too much uncertainty. He needed answers, he needed more information. He disliked doing so, but he needed to confer with his patron. Getting up from his desk, he crossed the room and opened a side door, the very same door that he and Karith used to shift to the workshop where her father had been held. He stepped through the doorway and closed the door behind him.Tarn reappeared in a different room then the one leading to the shop. Stepping out of the closet into a square room. I continued my work, I massaged it with my throat muscles. " Oh god i am going to CUM." I feel his dick tense up in my mouth and i get as much as it in as i can. He blasts his hot steamy load down my throat. His salty cum tasted so good. "Lets relocate" he says pulling me out of the shower. We head into the locker room and sit on a bench. We start to kiss and his hand grabbing my ass. " I want you inside me" i say to him. I flip over and i hear him spitting into his hand. He spreads my ass.