Fir me unke piche gaya or unke pith ko kiss karne laga literally unke pith ko chatne laga bahut hi maja aa rha tha is bich mera lund apne full form me...aa chuka tha or unke pith pe lag raha tha jisse woh muje ched kar keh rahi thi ‘bia re kana achi pithi re nuhe'(chut me ched he pith me nahi) so mene unke bra ke hook ko piche se khol diya or aage ki or hath badhakar unke chuchiyon ko joro se masalne laga…Or dono niples ko chimti katne laga..Jisse unki vasna or bhi badhne lagi.Ab me unhe sidha. "Looking good, babe," she admired him as she stood holding the tray. She imagined him naked underneath and fresh from the bath.She waited for him to sit before placing the tray on the table. She took her seat on the edge of the sofa next to his chair.He reached into the bag and pulled out two boxes."More presents!" He held them up."I could see your cologne was running low, so I picked you one up. It took me three different tries in different shops, but I found it; one is for Ken, by the way. If. But the black guy laid down on the bed and 9" of man meat was hard and he aimed it straight in the air. The others lowered Holly to him and he guided his cock into her asshole and she squealed as he entered her to the fullest possible depths. The guy who was eating her pussy moved into position and slid nine inches of cock into her pussy with significant effort since her ass was already packed pretty tight with the big black cock. Once in, both men went to work fucking in a rhythm only dancers. He turned his frown to Harold, “You fuck me, I fuck you up.”Harold, in a three-piece suit, smiled benignly behind his round, rimless spectacles, “Dude.”As agreed in the prelims I had negotiated, no bodyguards were present. Pantone and Harold, Gertie and me. Pantone no doubt had a knife. I had Bling Sting and my .40 in the top of my shoulder bag. Real estate transactions can be tricky.Pantone, still frowning to let us know he was a serious cat, signed.Harold signed.Gertie kept the original, gave.