Or dui maiyer khaje lege thaka ghamgulo jiv diye chatei o arame chotpot kore amar mathatake maier upor chepe dhore. Ami ar deri na kore or ba diker ma...tai hath diye tipe ditei chomke jai. Ekdom jamat mai. Blouse hook ta khulte jetei o badha dei keu ese porbe sona, charo. Badhya hoye chere dei. O hapate hapate bose pore chair tai. Amio pase bosi. Samne table thakai kichu dekha jachhe na samne theke. Ba hatta diye or sarir upor diyei gudta chepe dhori. O ar ekte egiye bose. Ebar ar wai na kore or. Vic almost let go of his load right then and there. Mrs. Criscola was showing off exactly what he liked seeing, only much, much more of it. The problem was, she somehow knew he wasn't doing what he was supposed to be doing."I don't hear you writing, young man!" she said without even looking up. "I'd like to go home too, you know!" she said, then did the totally unexpected. She turned her chair his way, at the same time uncrossing her gorgeous legs. Suddenly, Vic was no longer looking at. By this time the bitch was crying, she just wanted this to be over. But the guys had other ideas. Taking out some of the rope they brought with them, just incase anyone caught them, they grabbed her by her hair and dragged her over to the chair at her dressing table and forced her to sit. Took her hands behind her back and tied them to the chair, both of her legs tied to the legs of the chair so they were open enough for them to get at her pussy still."Time to work on those huge tits Chris?".. You growl again, "I am going to FUCK you, hard." It makes me tingle to hear you say it.With one hand pushing against the small of my back, holding me down, the other pulls my thong from between my cheeks and I feel your finger slide between my pussy lips. I am so wet, you spread the liquid along my crease, ensuring that I am completely soaked. Then as fast as anything, you roughly grab my hips, lifting my ass off the bed and quickly pull the thong down to my knees. I feel you guide your cock.