Mene phone ek hath me uthaya or smile ke sath ek selfie click ki . Or fir pic dekhi . Wo bhi mere piche aa kar khada ho gaya . Pic me mera cleavage bo...ot mast dikh raha tha kyunki mere boobs ka size pehle hi 34 tha or top niche hone se or upper se photo click hone se mere ubhar bohot mast dikh raha tha . M to photo dekh kar hi sarma gai or fir phone ko usse chipane lagi .Usne mujhe ek hath se hi utha ka ghuma diya or fir table ke upper khada karke mujhse bola ruko 2 mint abhi or jada sexy. I was out for the rest of the day , meet my friends Raja and Salman after work , they had been my buddies since college, together we had fucked many women between us , raja was a divorce and was around 32 while salman was a hotshot male with good built and was around 28 , I was the youngest among them at 26 , raja’s wife left him a year back after she found out that he was fucking her younger sisters for the last 2 years , raja didn’t mind that at all , he continued fucking her younger sister. I hovered above him, letting him lick and tease my double d tits as I grabbed his cock again. I swirled it around the entrance to my sopping wet pussy, licking my lips. “You want this pussy?” I whispered, arching my neck and letting my tits move fully into his face. I felt his cock throb beneath my fingers and a muffled, desperate yes. “How bad do you want it?” As I said it he thrust himself up into me and I cried out, arching backwards onto that lovely, filling cock. He slammed is hips against. Now it was accepted for tramps of the roads without a coin in their purse to freely take such divinely blessed gifts, but my act was pure puerile rebellion, and punished accordingly. From the start, nothing seemed to go right, beginning with the problem that I soon received a report that Mumford’s wagon loaded with the small pony kegs of oil suffered the improbable misfortune of breaking a wheel and then the rear axle, right in the center of the marketplace. This caused all of the barrels to.