. Fir vo uthi aur mera jeans kholi aur mera lund muh mein lekr blow job diya… Aahhh aahhh aawaz krne laga main… Fir maine zor zor se mouth fuck kr...aya.. Aur apna maal muh mein chor diya uske..Fir usse leta kr uski gaand pr 1 thappad maara.. Aur fir lita kr uski choot chatne laga… Vo jhadd chuki thi… Waah uski malai mst tasty thi… ? fir apna lund uski choot mein daala.. Aur fir zor zor se dhakka maarne laga… Dhakka itna tez tha ki vo aahhh aahhh.. Dard ho rha h bahar nikalo krne lagi.. Pr main. I went over to Tom so that he could help me. He was nervous trying not to touch my tit while tying the strap. "You don't have to be nervous, Tom". I sure wasn't. My nipples started poking through my shirt, but I continued standing there like nothing was out of the ordinary."I'm not." he lied back. His hands fumbled a bit and brushed the tops of my breast a bit. I wasn't sure if it was purposefully or if he was fidgeting because being this close to my tits actually made him nervous. He managed. He repeated this several times, and she winced each time, until he cut the bra as well and removed it. Her heavy 36DD boobs flattened under her body against the cold table.Her ankles were lashed to the legs of the table, spreading her wide and immobile. Their hands began roving over her body, roughly squeezing her ass cheeks and the sides of her breasts. She felt fingers at her crotch, pushing and probing on her pussy, as other hands pulled her cheeks open and her anus was touched. It was a. Who was I to interfere in what Heather wanted to do when I wasn't around? And yet...and yet...I loved that woman. I loved everything about her. Real life was so cruel preventing us from being together. Could I just stand aside while she fucked someone else in the House of Lush? I sat down, the grass cold against my skin where my robe rode up. I watched the door and I waited. I heard the murmur of voices but not sounds of sex. The intensity of the light varied, hinting at some movement within..