Bibi ji aap ko kaisa laga mera lund , maine kaha ki aisa lund kisi kisi ke pass he hota hai aur jis kisi ke pass hota hai bo kayee chooton ka raja hot... hai. to too yeh bata ki main tujhe kaisee lagtee hoon. Chalet chalet bola such bolun bibi ji jab aap chalti hain na to eik mast ghodi lagtee hain , mein sochta hoon ki is ghodi ka ghoda ban jaun aur choot chat chat kar eik hee dhakke mein poora lund andar ghused doon.chutti aatee hain na to mera lund to aap ko dekh kar hunkar bharta rehta hai ,. Jon made me stay in that position for 30 minutes before he let me get up and have a shower. My knees ached as I climbed up the stairs.I had to wear the egg (not switched on thankfully) right up until I went to work that night and as I walked through the streets to the pub I could feel the cool air going right into my pussy. All day I'd felt like I had a football inside me and as I walked to work I felt like I had a big hole in me. I'd washed my usual thin flared skirt and was wearing it. I was. Her legs seemed to go on forever, finally ending in dainty feet. All of her was in perfect proportion for her 5 feet, 4 inches of height.Standing near her was an older man, possibly 45-years-old, who looked as crude and mean as any alligator to be seen in the Gulf Coast swamps. He was a giant, covered all over with black, unruly hair, and Andy could smell him, even though he was nearly 20 feet away. The man's back was to Andy, so he had not seen him approach. The man said, "I'll teach ya not to. "Now, this hot GILF is going to ride you, and remember, let your seed loose inside her," I reminded him, pulling London towards me. She grinned and got over him. "It’s up to you two if you want to have another, but I had one, and I wound up loving him a whole lot," she made clear, grabbing and guiding his rod to her cunt. "What about you, sexy woman?" she asked, beginning to ride him. "He's going to use his mouth on my slit now," I told her, getting over his face. "Yes, dear," he added,.