I can only croak my body now impaled on this womb kisser. In my mind’s eye, I try to visualise what he can see looking down at me on my bed of hands... The luscious girl, with her ample breasts heaving with every short gasp as her body tries to come to terms with her impaling. Below him held by other women my nipples hard and begging, my thighs spread wide, and my slick, wet sex full of his thick cock. The hands binding me, helpless now for just my sex and breasts are in his view. A single hand. Miles reminded Kathryn of her father. In their chats, he seemed like a sweet and nice guy. When they met, she was struck by his warm presence, which reminded her of her protective father. He had died 3 years prior and she had not known another man like him until she met Miles. Sitting in his apartment nursing a rum and coke, she had to have him. She practically threw herself at him! She wasn’t a slut by any means; she wasn’t the kind of woman who fucked a man on the first date… but Miles’ aura. Me buaa ko lagbhag 4 sal ke bad mil raha tha buaa ne jens aur tite t shirt pahana tha aur ab to me iss reader bi ban chuka tha.phir buaa ne muje tea aur brek fast diya aur boli rinku achaa hoowa tum yaha aaye tumhare fufa 4 din ke liye nasik gaye he aur mere pas filhal koi kam nahi he.phir buaa meri bag se kapade nikal ke self me rakhne lagi.Buaa ke boobs chote papite ki jese t shirt me pure shape me they aur unaki gaand to bas puchiye mat moti aur piche se bahar aake thodi si upar thi.buaa ka. Taking the silky head between your lips you moan in pleasure as your own fingers dance across your hard clit. Feeling my fingers in your hair as you suck on the smooth head. Slowly taking more and more of me into your warm mouth. Feeling the hardness under the soft skin, savoring the taste, the smell of me, you can feel the blood pumping and throbbing in my hard shaft with your fingers, with your tongue. Hearing my own moans of pleasure from the feeling your wonderful tongue and lips are.