Me: randi Sali tere jhat kaun saf karnge pura jungle bana rakha hPriya: jo maaja jhato wali choot mein h wo chikni choot me kaha. Itna keh k priya nee...he baith gayi or mere paint me hant daal kar mere lund ko dabane lagi. Dosto larki jab lund dabaye to uske maaje he kuch or h wo naram naram hath me garam garan lund ufffffPriya ne mera lund bahar nekala or mere lund k tope ko kiss karne lagi usne mere lund ko adha anpe muh me le ke chusne lagi mein apnni ek ungali uski choot me itni jor se dali. Jack watched the blonde's chest rise and fall, his cock growing harder as he continued to hold her down. "God baby, you're as hot in pajamas as you were in that pink bathing suit you were wearing today. Tell me Kristi... will we be your first? Huh?" Jack leaned in and whispered, "Will you bleed for us baby girl?" he asked.Both men turned around and watched Karen return. Kristi's eye grew wide as she saw her mother approaching. "Please mom... I don't want to do this. Please, don't let them. I. I bet, under the right circumstances, that you can handle much more than you could ever imagine.Later on she decided to prove her point. She contacted my key holder and they both made arrangements for me to see just how much pain I could endure.My key holder and my wife had me strip naked and they strung me up by the hooks in our ceiling. I hung there watching them chit chat with each other as they sipped on their cool beverages. Then the phone rang and after a brief chat, my key holder said. *Mr. Weston had always intrigued me. He was about Dad’s age but I found him quite appealing. The few times our families socialized, he was always the affable good host, but his congeniality was balanced with a reserve that piqued my curiosity.The evening when I had worn a new pair of too-high heels to one of the Westons’ summer parties and stupidly tripped while navigating the stairs, a pair of strong arms kept me from tottering to the floor.“Careful, Fiona.” Mr. Weston’s authoritative voice.