Tara BIA upare chota kala bala gudika tara BIA ku ahuri sundar kari dei thae.Mun taku chit kari khata upare soi dei tara BIA ku chatili.Se kahli aah a...aah boula mari gali…….. kahu thae.Mora munha ku tara BIA bhita re purai baku chesta karu thae.Mun anguthi ku ta BIA bhitare purai bhitara bahara kali.Tara BIA bahuta tight.Tara BIA setabelaku pura nali padi jae thae.BIA ru rasa gura bohi Khata ku pura oda kari sari lani. Setiki belu ku mora BANDA ru rasa bahari padila.Tapare se mora BANDA ku pati. John began to quietly moan as Margo's expert tongue worked it's magic on his shaft. But unknown to both Margo and John they weren't alone. In the next stall over a man sat watching the fun and desperately wanted to join in. Peeking from a hole drilled into the stall partition Mr. X could see Margo on her knees devouring her hubby's prick. She wore a pink dress made of a light fabric, the cur of the dress made it creep up on her ass exposing her pantyless bottom. Mr. X smiled as a wicked thought. I knew this would help Harini get over her shyness. I decided to work on a plan on when I would get naked and refrain from letting her near me.More importantly, this kind of thing is more difficult for me to control than Harini. But a plan was forming in my head. Swathi has taught me meditation tricks that helped her stay calm.My biggest concern was what if Harini takes a very long time to initiate getting intimate with me. I end up waking the animal in me. But that was for another day. For. Something that would seal my fate forever.“That’s it Bitch get that cock in that cum filled hole...fuck her as hard as you can, she’s used to getting fucked aren’t you baby.” Mistress Alyson laughed, though there was no answer from her girlfriend as I continued to push my cock into the warm, slippery embrace of her arse, cum covering my cock and beginning to run down over my balls.The feel of fucking this stranger’s arse after another man having his cum escaping around my cock, with the added.