Lund.. mey….aahhh …maaro …..jor…jor…se….maaro………haraami….maar daal mujhe…. Matherchod….chod mujhey…jaise tu apni maa ko chod...a.. hai…. Harami …. Itna achha se chodna…. Kaha se sikha ….. teri… maa ne hi sikhaya hoga …. Saali haraamzaadi.. kutia… mere gharwaale ka lund khaati hai… ” .After second round of fucking she kissed me like a fanatic. After fucking I reminded her about filthy words she said about me & my mother. But she simply said that she does not remember a word. I was very satisfied. She began to French me and I responded by tickling her tongue with mine, which she seemed to greatly appreciate. The whole time we kissed which was at least three or four minutes of constant passion, she kept her eyes closed. However I, enraptured by her beauty, watched her as she serenely enveloped my mouth in one of the most heavenly of pleasures. As I began skillfully tracing my tongue over hers, she opened her eyes and gazed dreamily into mine, an obvious expression of pure pleasure spread. He grabbed me and took me to his bedroom and dropped me on his bed. I was fully aroused; i was dripping from my pussy. We kissed again for long, playing with body parts. I grabbed his cock, it was 8.5″ and almost 3 inch thick, a nice size for stretching my pussy. He went on kissing my body from top to bottom and again came to my pussy which was very wet. He sucked my pussy, ” ahhhhhhhhhh, woooooww josh” was the scream. I was in pain and joy both at a time, he was a great sucker. Without any. Jane whimpered as I thrust, only a few times before my orgasm exploded in her bowels. “Fifteen.”Brett paused while Olga gave Lynette some water and dried her tears with a tissue. She took a little time to compose herself before she announced she was ready to resume.I saw her back bow in and out with each stroke, her screams getting shriller and shriller. The knout certainly did not cut the soft skin of her breasts, but there was no question about the deep red bruises it left in its wake. Olga.