Tumne apni skirt mein hi moot diya kya??..maine kaha nahi papa….andhere ki wajah se thoda peshab fail gya aur lag gya….ab papa ne mujhko kaha thod... teda hokar baitho main tumko khujli kar deta hoon….maine pucha kisse khujli karoge…papa ne meri gaand par chikoti marte huye kaha…kisse karwana chahti ho…to maine bhi unka lund bhinchte huye kaha..isse kyunki khujli andar tak horahi hai….itne mein mummy jag gyi..aur mujhko pukara…main apni kismat ko kosne lagi…mummy ne kaha unko neend nai aarahi. I started to feel pain from the sensory overload from the sensitivity of my cock. I tried telling him to stop but Coach H kept sucking my overly sensitive cock. I started to pull away and Coach H held me down with one arm across my belly and continued to suck my sensitive cock. I tried to wiggle out but Coach H shifted his position so his hairy chest was on top of my belly. As he was shifting his position he momentarily stopped sucking my cock and said "Trust me. You will eventually like this".. She closed her eyes and fought for breath, needing to make this man see that she wasn’t a Baasu. ‘I – not – Baasu –,’ was all she could manage to get out before she felt the blade press harder and she stopped moving completely, she even stopped breathing. ‘The hell you aren’t, you’re dressed like one, you’ve got this fancy shanty necklace…’ the man dragged the tip of the knife down her throat to where the locket was resting on her chest. ‘You stuck up little bitch,’ his voice rough with the. John’s raging boner was certainly ready for her, and he ran the bell down her twitching clit and slowly entered her. She shook again as the head stretched her lips apart, and she was so wet he was able to enter her to the hilt without pausing. He pumped her with long, slow strokes and built up momentum as they both moaned, her tight pussy activating every nerve ending in his cock, and his long curved cock massaging her g spot with every thrust and his mons grinding her clit as he reached the.