The moment I felt certain I had broken their line-of-site I adjusted my course about forty-five degrees southward. We had a few dead drops in the corn...ield, and I was going to need a de-scenting potion soon if I wasn’t caught in the next few moments.I heard heavy rustling to my right overtaking my position along my original vector. They were catching up, I’d have to start being quiet soon. I’d also have to lose my scent soon, or else I was sure to be ferreted out, there were simply too many of. Woh pure aavesh main mera muh muh main liye. Paglo ki tarha mujhe chus kar smooch kar rahi thi.Usne mere lund ko hilate hilate pura khada kar diya tha. Usko mera 6.4 inch ka lumba aur mast mota lund dekhakar woh aankhe kholakar usko dekhati hi rahi. Waise ladies mera lund ka supada kafi mast hai. Chocklaty aur mast mota jo bhi dekhana chahti ho mujhe mail kijiye.Main aapko mere lund ka supada aur lund ki pics dekhaunga pakka. Aur ha jo bhi dekhegi uske muh mein pani aajayega pakaa aur mera lund. As soon as her fingers locked around Danica's soft flesh, she leaned in and slipped her tongue between the folds before her.Danica yelped and parted her legs a little wider, putting her hands on Celes' shoulders to steady her weakened knees. The dark-haired beauty lapped and sucked her folds with unbelievable expertise, the kind that only a lifetime of lying with women alone could teach.Celes let out a high-pitched moan as Danica's juices swirled over her tongue. As intoxicating as the scent of. He was in heaven. There was noshred of remorse or shame about what had happened in the few hourssince he had arrived at this wonderful house- at having succumbed tothe delicious temptations offered by the clothes in the first room,at the blatant lying to his step-mother so as to accept thestranger's invitation to a night of transvestite self-indulgence, andthen at the amazing discoveries in the library and deep in his own,burgeoning sexuality. And least of all was there any doubt about.