A quick intro about me. My name is Madhan and I have a south Indian complexion. I am 27 years old and 6 feet tall. I have broad shoulders and a well-b...ilt body and I am basically from one of cleanest cities in India – Mysuru. But I am presently working in Bangalore.This is the continuation of my hard and wild time with my house owner’s horny wife and how we almost got caught by her teen daughter. (BTW, I wish the government unblocks Indian sex stories site for all the readers and authors). I. “But don’t spill any of that wonderful semen in your butt.”Ben pressed a few fingers against his anus as he turned around, kneeling. He slid his mouth over Zack’s sloppy penis. “When a man’s dick goes directly from your rectum to being sucked... that’s called ass to mouth.” Bruce informed Ben. “Can you taste your own ass on your friend’s cock?”“Mmhmm!” Ben excitedly mumbled with a mouthful of dick.“Good. Savor the flavor.” Bruce told him. “You look so gay with Zack’s sausage in your. Calling the employee meetings, firing people…it’s an incredible turn-on to have it reversed and see him vulnerable for a minute. I move quickly over to him and put one foot on his desk, trapping him behind it. “I’ve seen you checking out my legs, Rick. Did your fantasies about me have to do with my legs?” Rick seems to get over his shock at that point. He reaches out and runs his hand up my leg, starting at my ankle, moving to my well-developed calves, continuing up my thigh, and disappearing. From the firmness of her memories one thought leaked through, bringing even more confusion; her favourite book Dracula. But that was impossible; it was a story. Without having any parents, she had learnt early on that things like Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny and the Tooth Fairy were make believe. But she had seen this, seen his fangs. Perhaps they were fake; Prosthetics? But no, it wasn’t just that! He had moved too fast, been too strong. The only thing that made sense bought another wave of.