Didi aa gai to…Raj-usko bhi chod denge….Wo meri wife hai yaaar…Tabhi achanak kuchh aawaj aai aur….Reena naha kr room mein aa gai.Hum dono ko n...nga dekhkr chunk gai.Reena-are aap dono yahan….Main fatafat khada hua aur reena ko pakad liya aur kiss krne lga.Uske boob ko pakad liya.Thodi der baad wo boli ki chhodo.Raj-chalo kapde utar do….Tum dono ko chodna hai aaj…Reena-main to naha kr aai hun….Chalo rahnne do yaaar..Tum urvi ko maza do…Mere sath baad mein….Wo alag ho gai.Urvashi tyar thi.Main fir. We looked into each other’s eyes as I brushed the tip of my cock against his asshole. It flexed and he closed his eyes as he got ready for the ecstasy to follow. I asked him if he was ready and he smiled. “Fuck me, Daddy.” He said. Without needing anymore coaxing, I pushed my dick against his ass, as it began to open and surround me. I was firm, but slow, letting him guide me as to how much to insert until he was ready for more. I didn’t want it to hurt, in fact I wanted the opposite, he needed. My hair was sprayed, blown and primped.I stood before a full-length mirror looking like a slut on the prowl for anyone wanting a good time. The dresser stood behind looking over my shoulder, "Hmm good enough to fuck". He pushed me forward and slid his dick into my vagina from behind. I put my hands on my knees and watched the reflection of a big bald black artist fucking his cheap white tramp creation from behind.I was to walk from the end of the lane towards the house carrying a small designer. Hoping he would shoot his load soon she kept on working it. She also started thinking about her new lover. He was dark and tall, bulky in the shoulders, a real working man. His business he had always said was her pleasure and he meant it. They had started their affair soon after she had found out about all the prostitutes her husband had been visiting while away on business. As she thought of him she rode her husband faster and harder, he moaned a little more. Her climax was getting.