I can send you a pic of mine. I sent her a pic with my upper half of the body visible.Akriti – Hmm nice, send me more.Me – More of what? should I ...eave the rest to your imagination or for the weekend encounter?Akriti – hey Kareena, send me more !!Me – sent a pic of my half erect dick and asked her to send hers.Akriti – sent her in t- shirts. She clicked a selfie of hers standing opposite to a mirror, wearing only a t-shirt. I could see her pussy covered in lightly dense hair.Me – I am already. One more time I stopped and put schnapps into my mouth, thinking that this needed to end soon before I became drunk on the stuff. This time when I sucked your clit into my mouth and covered you with my hot, peppermint tongue, you locked your legs around my neck and rocked your pussy against my mouth, moaning loudly with each stroke of my tongue. You dug your fingers into my hair and pulled me into you, moving my head up and down against you at the same time that you were doing your best to move. When you pull your cock from my throat, I gag and choke and my pussys grip on your fingers loosens. You push my panties down and tell my husband to remove them and undress while he watches you choke me with your cock. You shove your cock into my mouth and fuck my throat hard and deep as I gag and choke. You tell my husband to lick my clit as you put your hand around my neck and squeeze your cock as you push deep using all your weight. An orgasm has been building inside me, and my pussy is so. I need him so much. My heart soars when he says that calling in sick sounds like a good idea. The way he looks at me is enough to tell me that he wants me too. As if shooting his load in my mouth wasn't a clue. As if his eagerness to eat my pussy in the middle of the day with mom in the house isn't enough. He wants me too."Yes, daddy. You're right."I walk slowly back to my room. The noises coming out of my mother's room fill me with guilt. I should stop. I should pretend nothing happened. I.