“I want you, Daddy… I want you to fuck me; I want you inside me…”I whispered close to his mouth, still biting and licking my red lips…Then h... grabbed me by my waist, pressing my body against his. I could feel his throbbing dick on my mound. He reached over and kissed my neck; then he bit it, making me moan with pleasure.That man was sixty years old, but I still wanted him to fuck me… He said he loved to play rough. Then he grabbed my hair in a bunch with one hand and moved my head around so I. She her back to me and I could see her slowly lowered herself onto his cock which was quite long and thick. She took about three inches in and slid up and down. He was gasping and moaning and with one thrust drove her self right down onto his cock and continued to rise up and down hard onto his cock. He quickly figured out to thrust up into her and as they both fucked each other, her head was pressed back as she squealed with delight. He came again and on one of her rising ups his cum dripped. She left the liquid masquerading for coffee and walked out, still thirsty. The twenty-four-year-old with an MA in Art History (19th Century) eyed the bar across the street, knowing her parents didn’t like her frequenting bars… and probably not brothels although that had never been discussed. It scared her witless just thinking about entering one to try the male service or perhaps a female whore if they had any under forty. God their dorm in her final year at college would have made a brothel. After finishing my work I went for bath and then I was back to my room with a towel covering my body. I had worn my pant and preparing to wear tops, by that time my son came running to room and complaining bhayya not allowing to use computer, I just said my son to go out and I will come, Nikhil was innocent and didn’t cared my words and was inside the room, but Akash unexpectedly came inside.I was just in my pants; Akash saw my bare breasts and struck watching at my breasts without eye batting..