It wasn’t more than ten minutes before Klaus was there, back in his lederhosen, and with two steins of beer. He put one down in front of me and sat ...ross-wise on the bench seat beside me and took a swig out of the other stein before putting it on the table.“American, did you say?” he asked in pretty good English. “Du lebst nicht hier, oder? Ein Tourist? Excuse me. I speak English with you, I think. But my English is not too good. I said I didn’t think you lived here. Are you a tourist?”“Your. Laal laal sa…Usko dekh ke bas mujhse raha nhi gya aur mai apna muh uski jangho ke beech le jaake uski boor ko zor zor se chusne laga…Apne jeebh se chodte hue…Uski garam garam choot ki diwaro ko sehlate hue…Uske bheege choot ko apne daato se kaat bhi de rha tha,jisse ki wo dard se sehem ke zor zor se karahne lagi..Fir maine apne hath uske chuttaron ke neeche rakhe…Aur apni ungliyan se uski gaand jakad ke uski choot ko aur apne muh me dhakelne laga…Kya btau dosto uski choti si ras bhari choot. These were similar to the clothes he'd wornyesterday, but just a little more feminine... The jeans were lower-cut,and more shaped, and the T-shirt had just a touch of a lace edgingaround the bottom, although he figured he could hide it by tucking itinto the jeans...Again, Laura tried to hide her grin as she watched him walk into theroom... Yesterday had been the first, but today showed that her planwas really working. She was going to ruin the little brat's life asmuch as he'd tried to ruin. Knowing that even if I had protested he would have fucked me anyway made me wet. That feeling of being totally submissive and letting him do whatever he wanted just made me feel more of a whore that I was. And I liked acting like a whore – this was just a new way of doing it!!I threw my head back and cried loudly, 'YES, MATT, FUCK MEEEE! FUCK MOMMY HARD WITH THAT BIG COCK!'

My breasts swung back and forth violently in rhythm with Matt's fucking until I felt his hands slip from my ass cheeks up.