Maine kai baar apni maa ko aisa karte huye dekha tha. Maine unka lund chuste huye aur muth maarte huye apni gardan “haan” me hilayi. Main bhi mard...ke lund ka ras chakhna chahti thi.Chacha ne mujhe rukne ko kaha. Ab unhone apna lund khud ke haath me le liya tha. Wo apna lund pakad kar jor jor se aage – peeche, upar – neeche karne lage. Mera muh abhi bhi unke hilte huye lund ke paas tha. Chacha ki pakad unke khud ke lund par jor ki thi aur wo bahut teji se apne lund ko hilate huye muth meer rahe. ? Still panting into Sarah’s breasts Ashley slowly lifts her head after he’s gone.?God, the first time is always the best huh? Oops, Sorry! Didn’t mean to rub it in? Ashley gives her a cheeky wink as she walks to a small cabinet next to the bed and starts removing her clothes.?Why are you doing this?? is all that Sarah can manage to gasp out, she realises she‘s feeling weaker and weaker.. With her tight fitting top on, Ashley quickly pulls up a short skirt around her waist and gestures toward. I knew why and rephrased it “ Their sore….Mistress”. “Good” Mistress smiled “ I will let you out of them, would you like that slave?”“Yes Mistress I would like that please” I was starting to be controlled by the Mistress and in front of an audience of one. Mistress reached up and removed the Butterfly clamps from my now aching nipples. With the removal of the constricting clamps blood started to pump back into my nipples and it caused more pain to the sensitive nerve endings there. My neck and. Han han kiyon nahi.Ly jao….Or han aik kam karo..Is tara bohat ras zaya ho raha hai…dekho na kuch tu chair na choos lia or baqi is ki tangoon par…aysa karo mughy aik nali(pipe) la do or aik jug..Waiter: yes sir..And he collects meri biwi ka choot ka ras all the time looking at her gili choot…jissa ab khoob chodwane wali boo a rahi thi..Jo sary kamry mein phel rahi thi…Phir waiter nali or jug ly ata hai.Mein: biwi ki tangon ko table ki tangon sa bandh dyta hon..Is tara wo apni tangain bund nahi.