Oh God, please make it real. He thought. Her face was too close, he felt her breathe her every breath.At last she grabbed the meat with her one hand. ...oth women gasped when they saw how big and thick it really was, then her other hand, almost as if revering the sacred tool, came and lightly helped her other hand. She gasped, uncaring that her face now was almost touching the head of Ben’s leaking cock.Ben was tempted to grab the woman’s head and drive his cock down her throat. However his own. Mujhe tumhare dukhne se kya matlab mujhe toh bas maja karna hai. Ye bolke maine apna lund uske choot mein daal diya,Woh bohat zoro se chillane lagi toh maine uska muh daba diya, mai zor zor se uske choot mein apna lund daalne laga aur woh chila chila ke rone lagi….ahhhhh.aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..ahahahahaha.. bhaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiii please apni behen ko aise mat choodoooooooo…….ahhhhhhhhhhh….a..hahhahhhha.aaaaaaaaaa,,,, mere pyare chote bhaiyaaaaaaaa…….. chod do apni badi behna. "Oh God, I've never done anything like this before." Taking that as a yes, I slipped a finger in each side of your panties and began to slide them over your hips. Your trimmed bush came into view; it glistened with moisture. "Should I go further?" I asked. Just a soft moan. Down went your panties, exposing your lips. I could see your juices in the reflection. "All of Chicago can see you're so wet." You just leaned back and I could feel your knees buckling. Your panties were now at mid-thigh. I. Teacher.Susan: I still beleive though that the whole " dominatrix " roleplay is unhealthy.Ethan: Come on, it's not too bad. You don't actually hurt me and it doesn't last long anyway.Susan: I will be here for 3 months so we will try other stuff as well. A return to tradition wouldn't hurt. You need to reconnect with your masculine nature after all. I will take care of Bridgette and you can spend time on your self.Ethan: Yes, SIR! These must be what you wanted to discuss, am i right?Susan: Yes.