Ch tu lehaaa..z karo….Tumhari biwi hon kiyon mughy barbaaa….D kar rahe ho kiyon meri izaat lotaaaaa .. ny par tulay howe ho..Abhi bhi waqqq . At h...i bund kar do yeh sub or la chalo mughy ghar.Mein tumhare paon parti hon…Mein: ab bus karo natak karna……or suno apny jism ki garmi or zarorat ko.Dekho kitna ras nikal rahi ho tumhari choot sa lagta hai peeshab kar dia ho..Tumhari tangyn chamak rahi hain tumhari choot ka ras sa..Tabah ki ghazab chez lag rahi ho yar.…is waqat tu ko randi bhi tumhara. Abit about my mum, well she was 37 at the time, 5ft 6, long brunette hair down to her shoulders and big brown eyes, she's slim and a 34c bust.I had just turned 17 and a good looker, I kept myself in good shape, went to the gym and played a lot of football, I had been with a few girls but never had sex, had a lot of oral and hand play but that was it, My dad left me and my mum when I was just a baby, he was having an affair with a women at his work, my mum used to always say she was too busy to. ’ Just as you positioned yourself comfortably on the couch face down, you can hear the door to the next room opening. You don’t mind looking up as he enters and prepares a few little bottles between him and you. ‘I will begin your massage now, Miss. Please relax and jst enjoy.’ His voice is smoothing, calm, full of confidence. You hear a click as he opens a bottle of massage oil. The next thing you feel is a drop of liquid running down your back, slowly and cool. The drop runs from your. You look down at me and your eyes rest on the swell of my breasts rising and the blood rushes right down to your cock making it harden and bulge beneath your jeans. We dance, most of the night or what people could call dancing but it was more grinding and humping against each other, both of us wanting to feel more than the clothes between us. My hands find the bulge in your pants and I start to stroke it going softly and slowly at first until I hear your small moans and cries of pleasure, I.