Taking each one in his mouth. Sucking deeply. Biting. Using his tongue. Playing with them. Massaging her breasts at the same time. Her nipples were ha...d, erect and sensitive. He began kissing his way down her tummy, leaving his hands on her breasts, rolling her nipples between his fingers until he reached her pussy. He moved his hands to her hips and drew her pussy to him. Taking her clit deep into his mouth. Sucking it. Flicking his tongue over it. Sending waves of intense pleasure through her. “Your pussy is so fucking tight,” he grunted as he pushed in and out of my shuddering body. His hand went to my clit again, working it relentlessly and just as I tensed up, on the brink of orgasm, he stopped and pulled out of me. He came around to my mouth and had me lick his cock before he made me suck it again. Every time my head moved, I felt the shift of the plug in my ass. It made my pussy throb all the more. Zane fucked my mouth until he came, grunting and swearing, his cum shooting. .jivan me paheli bar aisa anubhav mila tha..usne chudidar pahna hua tha.main bar bar uski gand ko dabata tha aur hotho ko chum raha tha. Ekbar maine apna mooh uske boobs par rakh diya aur upar se choosne laga. Aur ek hath se uska dusra boob daba raha tha. Utneme bus halt ke liye khadi rahi. Ab hum sath me hai aisa hi behave kar rahethe taki kisiko shak na jay. Usne muje kaha main toilet ja ke aati hoo shayad penty gili ho gai hai. Main bhi niche utra. Jaise hi wo wapas aayi main ne kaha, tumara. "For you, I suppose, but what about us? We have the right to meet our proposed husbands. We have the right to satisfy ourselves that they are suitable." Rights?" I responded, knowing that the girls' remarks were simply symptoms of a deeper lack of acceptance of their circumstances. "I do not believe that in your agreement with me there was any mention of rights. Of duties, yes. Of obligations, yes. But of rights? I think not."The girls saw this as an inflammatory response and leapt to their.