Let’s make fun of kajal.Harry: means whatMike: Kajal is out to fuck toy for next two days. So why don’t we make her fun more? So that we can remem...er her more after we are back from here.David: yes you are right.Mike: so, kajal goes and open the door and help the waiter to prepare the dinner table.Me: what? no way, sir. I am at your service only.David: no kajal, as per deal you have to do as we want. So please go and he slapped on my ass.Seeing no option, I moved to open the door naked. As I. And no longer young. Her hair was gray and stringy. Her ruby lips were gone as she smiled and showed her cragly teeth. Her voice seemed to crack as she laughed– no cackled– while she drained the life from his body. The ropes dropped from her wrists and her hands reached up and pulled him tighter into herself. She held him tightly until he no longer struggled. Then she pushed him off her body and stood beside the bed. She was once again young and pale and blond and beautiful. She walked naked. She leaned forward on him and hung onto the headboard, dangling her tits in his face. Their swinging matched her rhythm. She smelled incredible. Chris tried to breath in as much of her has he could. She smelled like the lotion he'd stolen from her on more than one occasion to jack off. Her tits hung tantalizingly close to his lips, but he couldn't catch them in his mouth as they were starting to swing more and more as she quickened her pace. He could feel the piercing above her clit. You want it to last. But the heat in your belly builds all too quickly and you find your hand moving ever faster. Your heart races. Your breathing grows short and labored. Your balls tighten and then explode as bursts of warm cum splash onto your stomach and chest. You continue pumping your cock until it is drained.You lie there, eyes closed, while your heart and breathing return to normal. You brush your arm against your chest smearing the cum into your skin. Then you hear a noise. You are not.