I did that to Buffy Anne Summers?!’ she thought to herself with a smile. It was as though along with her clothing, Buffy's innocence, her righteousn...ss, her unattainability had been stripped away as well. But she remained perfect, if not more so without her characteristically prudish clothing hiding the gentle dip at her waist, jutting hip bones, and heaving cleavage. Faith shook her head suddenly, to bring her back to this moment. The Chosen One began to whimper underneath Faith's grasp, not. Main jaise hee Nana ke ghar pahucha Sab log mujhe dekhke bahit khush the. Main vaha ek mahine ke liye gaya tha.Main har roz apni Mami se nazdeekiya badane ke mauke dhundte rehta tha. Vo bhi mujhse bahut frank thi aur like bhi karti thi. Vo mujhse apni har baat share karti thi. Vo ghar ka koi bhi kaam karti thi toh bina dupatte hee karti thi. Ghar me vo zyadatar Salwar Kameez hee pehna karta thi with deep cleavage. Isliye jhaadu ya pocha marate samay mujhe unke gore komal Aur rasile boobs ke. She slowly began to rotate her hips, eyes closed, head back, hands on her own nipples pinching and pulling. Watching her enjoy herself so fully created a sudden need for him to consume her, completely. He grabbed the top of her thighs to stabilize her as he suddenly drove his hips up. This sudden move caught her off guard and had her falling forward to grab hold of the headboard, leaving her beautiful tits to swing above his face, his own personal pleasure pieces there for only him to. The final straw was that Mags had been hurt that her lover was spending a weekend in Paris and – even it was a working visit – had not asked for her company. Together with the fact that she had recently smelled another woman’s juices on a pair of my boss’s soiled panties – mine, of course – her resentment had focused on suspicions of an affair between my boss and her svelte Parisian counterpart, which had led to angry exchanges, door-slamming, and my boss storming off early to the airport.Mags.