Meri mami dikhne me zara si black hai but maal lagti hai jab saree pehenti hai.Mujhe pehle se hi meri mami ke boble pasand the kyunki wo bahot bade ha... aur man bhavan hai. Wo ghar me bra nai pehenti hai toh jab b wo chalti hai toh boble hilte hai and mera lund salami deta hai. Meri mami job karti hai ek achi company me. Baat tab ki hai jab mere mama ko kahin bahaar jaana tha 2-3 din ke liye kuch imp kaam se, wo mujhe bolke gae the ke mami and unki beti ka dhyan rakhu. Fir next day mere mama. I mean, because I was in the outfit and everything. “Okay,” he muttered, and finally I got it. “Oh!” It was like a light bulb turned on in my brain. “You want me to examine you?” “Yeah, okay,” he was talking really quietly. This wasn’t easy for him, probably, to talk about shit like this. I was no good at it either, so combined we were disastrous, usually. This, though, I understood. “I’ll need you to lie down, sir,” I pushed him sternly onto my bed. I could do this, no problem. “This won’t. At this point I could see that you were so faint with desire and arousal you were almost helpless, I could see and smell the wetness in your pussy. He spread you wider and moved between your legs, mounting you. This was so erotic, this black cock between your legs that I could do nothing-I was so far gone that all my earlier resolve was forgotten and I couldn’t wait for him to plunge it in to your soaking wet pussy. You were limp as he lifted your thighs and directed the purple swollen head of. There was a churning, a warm, pulsing heat that demanded to be acknowledged, and yet the air was so cool it prickled her skin so deliciously, demanding that she bare the rest.Need. Hunger. A brand new sense of purpose.Angelo gasped. Had they really just-?“What did you kids do?” she asked. It was wrong, all wrong. What was meant to be an accusation sounded almost inviting.They’d done it. They’d actually gone and done it. Of all the idiotic nonsense they could have pulled. Those filthy, dumbass,.