Major began humping wildly trying to mate with her. Susan let out several high pitched moans as his cock found its mark and went deeper and deeper. �...Oh, oh, oh, his fucking cock is banging the end of my cunt! Oh Jesus is he ever strong!”“His cock is the same size as Sarg’s, nine inches, plus his ball and he is much stronger at fucking!” Tina told her. Tina had Sarg lay sideways below Susan. “Now stroke his cock and work it out of its furry sheath.”Susan did as told watching his fat cock with. Aur maine usko pakad kar uske hontho par zor dar kiss ki barsaat kar di. Uske sir ko maine ek hath se zor se dabaya, aur ek hath se uski kamar se usko apni taraf kheecha. Wo sharam se muh nahi khol rahi thi. Fir maine apni jeebh nikali, aur uske honth khole. Fir maine apni jeebh uske muh mein daal di, aur zor-zor se kiss karne laga.Kuch der mein wo bhi mera sath dene lagi. Usne bhi apne hath mere shoulder par rakhe aur apni jeebh ko mere muh mein ghumane lagi. Fir usne mujhe roka, aur ek. Perhaps the music was good. Maybe it was the greatest music that had ever been performed—Susan was in no way qualified to pass judgment—but while she remained transfixed by the sheer ugliness and ungainliness of the musicians she could make no sense of the actual music at all: whether it was Allegro, Andante or Scherzo. The printed sheet promised that the fourth movement, after which all this torture would be over, would be a Presto, whatever that was. She hoped it would sort of invoke a sense. Then she put her top back on with no bra now and her boobs bounced around as she wiggled herself out of her pants and then stripped her panties off revealing her chubby belly i being a panty expert knew she was wearing a pair of vanityfair panties . she got them off and threw them into my lap where her bra was still sitting . as she was putting her pants back on she asked me what i wanted with her underwear . i just said i like womens underwear . she asked if i was going to wear them or sniff.