Maine ek hath se dusre boob aur nipple ko masal raha tha.Maine bari-bari se dono boob khoob chus raha tha.Bhabhi-aaaahh boob chusa kr maza aaa raha ha.....Aaahhh… Aaahhh..Mere boob… Aaahh raj…Chus lo…Oooo aaah…Yaar aaram se thodi gudgudi ho rahi hai…Aaahh..Nipple mat kha jana…Ye dusra chus lo ab…Aaram se abhi inme dudh nahin aata…Oooohhh…Mere boob.. Aahh ooo yaaa…Aaha oo ooh….Maine ab dusra boob chusna shuru kr diya.Uske boob ko chusne mein khoob maza aa raha tha.Bhabhi-ab sab maal tumhara hi. . We'll stifle her boys so fill her up good.With that my not inexpensive knickers were unceremoniously ripped in one easy go. Straight off me. Just as I tried to protest Dave forced his cock into my throat again.He then moved aside as his mate took his place. Not as thick as Dave but maybe a little more length. While my mouth wasnt as stretched, it felt deeper in my throat when at its limit. But I found I wasnt gagging as much now. In fact my throat was now well used to the invasion.My dress. And he thrusted harder, deeper and faster. Carol was limp as her Master’s thick sticky cum was deposited in her throat, over flowing from her mouth and running down her chin. Master Obike then d****d her over a chair with her ass on display, reached over to the nightstand and took a whip in his hand. WHACK!! Rang out with a scream form Carol as the whip fell across her ass. WHACK, WHACK again “Noooooooo, Pleasee Master, Noooooo”, she was crying, her tears mixing with the cum still splattered on. I never knew that.” His dick started to grow bigger, slowly.He asked, “Can I share my feeling while you do this?” I nodded.He started, “You know what I like about you? You know why I asked you to wear this dress. Because it exposes your boobs structure and your beautiful legs. Your lips are so beautiful in maroon that I can only imagine what it would do if it is over my dick.” His dick got almost hard. He continued, “Your eyes are so beautiful and with this kajal, it looks even more. I want to.