.Fir chudai chalu lund fansa fansa sa ja rha tha m uske bobe bhi chus rha tha beech m 4-5shot tez bhi maar rha tha wo apne hath meri peeth pr fira rhi...thi mast aahein bhar rhi thi aankhein band uske chehre pr mast santusti bhri muskaan thi.Fir maine speed bdai.Bhabhi-aah.. Aah.. Waah akky uuumhh…. Ohooooo…Haiiii.. Or jor se meri jaan aahhhh..Aahh… Or jor se. .Ab chudai tabdtod thi. Mein- kya krun jor jor se. Bhabhi- chodo mujhe chodo aaahhhh …. Aaaahh ….. Wowwwww …… Uuuuuiii …… . Or wo jhad gyi. Her eyes lit up, as she ran to a tent nearby. She bent over and searched through the tent while keeping her bare ass facing me, obviously for show. Emerging from the tent she had a camera that was used for both video and stills. She started taking pics of Mya blowing me, making sure to get closeups of her face stuffed with my dick and the way she was fingering herself. ‘If you want to act like Wes’s slut, we’re going to show the world how whorific we can both be. We’re starting a website.’. I can tell he has played this game before. There seems to be an impasse and for a second I think I’ve blown it, missed my chance. I want him so desperately now it’s untrue. Then I see what I hoped I would. He is squirming in his seat, a tell tale sign his cock is getting hard. I decide it’s time to grab the bull by the horns. “You look a little uncomfortable there. Is everything okay?” He looks a little less confident now, probably not expecting me to speak. “Yeah, yeah I am fine. It’s just a. Somehow he managed to summon up enough control to pull away from me. ‘Get these damn boots off Emily.’ He growled at me. He stood to shed his clothes while i hastily ditched my panties and unzipped the boots. As soon as I was done, he grabbed me and threw me down on the bed and laid down on top of me but supported his own weight on his arms.He had gained some sense of control now, but the lust and love and little bit of the dominance was still there. I could see it in the way he was looking at.