As Pooja saw Kshitij standing in front of her, she realized she was still being fucked from behind. She immediately turned behind and saw Tanveer was ...anging her. It scared her and she tried to get away, but Tanveer kept holding her tightly.Pooja pleaded with Kshitij and Tanveer to stop saying, “This is not right.”Kshitij told her, “Both of them fucking is also not right, but after so many times of fucking, she was a randi now, and should not care of who or how many fuck her.”Pooja realized. . I want you to call it a COCK . . . can you do that?” he insisted. She paused before answering. In the background her Daddy was now sporting a full grown erection, loving where the boy was taking this conversation. He began to ease his zipper down as he heard her continue. “Alright . . . I am looking at your cock . . . Mike. (Pause) Why must I call it that?” she asked.“Cuz it makes me so horny . . . hearing you say it.” Hearing this, Amy just blurted out:“Alright, I love your cock,” she. Remembering what Terry had done to her afterwards, I bent her over the kitchen table and put spittle in and around her bottom hole and pushed my prick in. I took it slowly because we'd only done it that way twice before but once I was in I fucked her properly and hard and at the same time diddled her clit, which I know she likes. She came some time before I did. Afterwards we cuddled and kissed and her mood returned to normal. "Derek," she whispered after we'd made up, "I know you're not Terry. Sie stand auf, meinen strammen Lustpfahl immer noch in der einen Hand du schaute mir tief in die Augen. Mit der anderen Hand fuhr sie unter meine T-Shirt und befahl mit rauer Stimme: «Zieh dich aus!» Auch sie schlüpfte aus ihrem eleganten Rock und zog ihre Bluse aus. Natürlich – es war nicht anders zu erwarten – trug sie edelste Reizwäsche. Im Gegensatz zu mir zelebrierte sie das Entkleiden regelrecht. Ich, spitz wie Müllers Lumpi, riss das Shirt über meinen Kopf, Hose und Boxershorts, die ja.