.sruthi bra remove chesi thana boobs ni nipples ni tongue tho touch chestu boobs ni baga press chesanu,a time lo sruthi chala happy ga sounds chestun...i a sounds ki nenu inka tempt ayyi enjoy cheyyadam start chesanu…Sruthi boobs ni baga cheekutu,nipples ni korukutu and press chestu baga enjoy chestunnanu.thanu kuda chala enjoy chestundi.thanu hmmmmmm ahahahahahaaahahahahahahhhhh aaaahaha ani sounds chestuntey naku inka inka cheyyali anipinchi kasi ga tana right boobs ni notlo pettukoni baga. I started to head towards the downstairs bathroom to get a towel. "Where are you going slut." "I'm going to get a towel" "You don't need one, get on your knees and use your slut mouth to clean it." "No, I can't. That's disgusting and dirty. It will have poo on it." I cried as I moved away from him. He grabbed his belt and my hair with his other hand. "No. Please don't." I begged, expecting the belt across my arse. "I told you not to disobey me again." he roared. As he raised the belt above his. During those times, her legs opened wide and he would lick up and down her moist slit. He watched her face reacting. She would moan and he would probe further inside her while she squirmed. She seemed embarrassed by how intense her orgasms were as she came all over his face. Her wild shaking and loss of control was something that made her uncomfortable. I didn’t post any of Dean’s messages after that first one; I let him know that whatever he told me after the initial e-mail would not go. This particular fantasy was one he kept returning too, combining all his favorite fetishes. He fantasized about dozens of beautiful women, of every age, race, and body-type. All were clad in either harem outfits or Nazi uniforms (his most secret fetish, given his Jewish heritage). One and all, they called him "Master", and eagerly obeyed his every command. As he visualized a dark-skinned beauty in the uniform of the Waffen-SS taking his cock in her mouth, while a blonde wearing only harem pants.