Maine unko bol ki mujhe itna expierince nai tha,lekin wo boli ki main hu na sab sikha dungi,kahte hue unhone apni chuchiya mere muh pe rakh di,ur boli...ki ab inko chuso aur main pahle to unka blouse khola,unhone niche pink colour ki bra pahan rakhi thi aur unki chuchiya itni must thi ki kya bolu main apkoek dunm gol gol aur unka nipple bilkul pink tha,maine ek hath me unki ek chuchi li aur usko maslne laga aur dusri chuchi ko apne muh me lekar jor jor se choose raha tha,haaaaayyyy kya maja aa. " Well" she broke in, laughing, "you were certainly looking at them, and at me too, I saw you. All the girls saw you, and all of them were trying to catch your eye, I told you, they think you're quite a spunk, did you think they were pretty....and sexy?" Natasha!" I exclaimed again, my vocabulary suddenly very limited, "You shouldn't speak to your father like that" Sorry, daddy" she said, looking suddenly very contrite, "I didn't mean to tease, but you did like them didn't you?"I sighed loudly. He is completely wet in the crotch of her juices.My attention is directed at her, as I still keep up with my arms around her. I lift her up a little bit and my cock snaps in between her buttocks and since I'm still have a hard cock, then my dickhead in her slide and touch her fitting mouth and clitoris head. She still shakes from the feeling, turns her head against me. Her mouth seeks my lips. She wants to kiss me. Then she walks on the bedside, grabs my cock and brings it inside her vagina. I thought I could handle some BDSM play. I truly did. But Ms. Petrov was just a bitch. She made sure I came without her permission while she was fucking me with her strap-on. She took my cherry with it while my cock was buried in my mother's pussy. How could I resist orgasming with Mom's twat spasming around my cock and a dildo plundering my pussy?Ms. Petrov couldn't.She just wanted an excuse to whip me. Fuck this bitch. Mom moaned behind me. She couldn't speak with the ring gag in her mouth..