Chelsea smiled seeing what he grabbed, while her mind was spinning with ideas and thoughts, wondering what he had planned.It wasn’t so much what he ...ad planned – it was pure passion and desire that led him. He grabbed the lube, and pressed himself against her firm ass, but did not allow himself entry. He drizzled the lube down her cheeks, watching it cover both her beautiful ass and flow over the head of his cock. Once he felt there was enough lube, he massaged it on himself and her, and. .pr mere mnane pr usne muuh mein liya aur ajeeb se expression dene lgi…pr main zor lgata gya aur phir vo normally suck krne lgi ..ab mujhe mza aarha tha…pr kuch hi minutes k baad mujhe lga ki mera nikalne vala hai aur vo nikal gya…Reet ko kuch sochne ka time hi nahi mila aur vo Ise kafi had tak nigal gyi….boli “CHIIIIII” kitna ganda hai” ..maine kuch nahi kaha..mera lund jhat se phir khda hogyaAur ab uski Choot mein apne lund ko dene se pehle mai..use ragdne lga..mujhe pta tha ki uski choot se. I am the fucking king of this crib and therefore I will decide who getsfucked and sucked, period! 4. If you have any questions refer to rule number3. Dad you will sell your house and you and mom are moving in here with us." But I," dad started to say. "Shut up you fucking bastard. I smacked him onthe ass cheek as I said this. Remember rule number 3. I am the boss, period!Now suck my fucking cock right now or take your fucking pathetic cock out ofmy wife and get the fuck out and never come back.. Willah had reason to remember the horsemen they saw that day at the Trading Post. Especially the youngest of them. He couldn’t have been more than a year older than her. Each time she dared glance his way, he was watching her with a quick shy smile curling his lips, as she glanced at him. She had to smile back at him. He was such a tall, pretty boy – and she’s never even talked to a boy in all her fourteen years.Shaking off her thoughts of the boy she’d seen at the Trading Post, Willah told her.