Pi le chut ka pura pani…Muje mut aa rahi thi..Me: sali..Meje free kar…mut ne jana hai.Sweta: kyu kamine..Yahi pe mut leAur mene mut ko chor diya�...lambe khade lund se nikal rahe mut se sweta naha rahi thi aur mut pi rahi thi..Sweta puri wet ho chuki thi..Usne mut wale boobs muje chus waye…me..Khud ke mut ka hi taste le raha tha…Ab sweta ko mut aaye…aur usne..Mere pure badan pe muta…muje directly..Mu me bhi mut pilaya. Fir msweta ke mut se bhige hue pure badan ko chata…Me: sweta ab mera lund jhar. My mind went racing. I thought perhaps she was wanting children he didn’t? Or she didn’t want children but he needed them? Perhaps I should wait and let them reveal their pain? ‘Our child, this child shouldn’t be… I mean this child that should be celebrated is tearing us apart.’ Marcus spoke barely above a whisper. My mind went soaring all over this information. What was this a love child? Did he not want this child? Maybe she didn’t want a baby? Hearing the weeping brought me to the immediate. He stood back up and i wrapped my tits around his cock squeezing them around and licking the drop of precum that had formed off the head of his dick. i could smell sharons perfume on him and it made me both jealous and horny again at the same time. i sucked on his cock for a bit and ran my tongue around the head. he wasnt done with me yet though and so he picked me up and carried me to the bedroom. we were soon in a 69 position and were enjoying each others oral skills. i found myself wishing. I was the calculating master and she was the innocent victim. I threw her shorts on the floor and pulled down her panties, exposing her juicy little hairless peach. She continued to writhe, so I tied her left leg to the bottom bedpost with her panties. Then, I quickly grabbed another pair from her panty drawer and tied her right leg to the opposing post. By now, she could hardly move her limbs. I looked at her solemnly, hoping that I hadn’t gone too far. I had no experience in this kind of play.