Big, strong, handsome, and with the dick of a champion bull. She was a sucker for — and of — big dicks.She tore off the wrapping paper and opened ...he box. Inside, nestled in tissue paper, was a two-piece, red, white and blue costume. Emblazoned across the skimpy top was a big red "S."Okay, she thought, I've got the tits for the job. She tore off her gray sweatshirt and pulled on the top. She was right. She filled it perfectly.She wriggled out of her jeans and tried the blue short-shorts. Again,. Farooq and Hari looked towards me and said, “Anything, sir.”Me, “I want to say something.”Hari laughed and said, “If you want to say that, don’t fuck my wife, then I will say I can’t do that. She is made to be fucked. What do you say, Farooq?”Farooq, “I will say the same.” And both of them laughed loudly.Me, “I didn’t come here to say that. You have already fucked her twice before, so I won’t stop you.”They looked at each other, and Farooq said to Hari in Malayalam, “bhāryaye vañcikkān. I had met a lady online, from a town about 40 miles away, we chatted, cammed and exchanged phone numbers. We texted and talked and eventually met, not quite in the way we wanted, but that’s another story. We had met a couple of times and the opportunity arose to get her alone for a day at her house, so we planned something a bit different. She was quite a dominant woman, very open minded, so I agreed to let her be my Mistress for the day, I arrived at her door and she pulled me inside, backing. She then pulled her skirt up, got off my dick, and a huge load of white cum popped out. It was dripping from her pussy. She turned to me, lifted her skirt, spread her legs and asked me to record what she was about to do next. I took a few snaps and then started recording.She put her fingers into the cum drenched pussy and started licking her fingers. She even took her hand above her face and waited for the cum to drip from her fingers to her mouth. She was putting on a superb show. After that,.