Both ,my boss and baburaoKept on doing their job.boss was now ****ing her with more speed and binduWas also moving her body in a to-and-fro motion.her...heavy boos wereHanging like two big pendulams.baburao was now pushing his two fingers inBindu’s ass-hole.since bindu was busy enjoying boss’s lund she must haveNot realised it.she now started moaning in low tones.* oh myyyyyyyyyy godPlzzzzzzzzzz **** me aur zor se aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh aaaaaaaaa plz thodaAurrrrrrrrrr ahnnnnnnnnnaaaaaaannnnnnnseeing. I’m guessing it was Nikki’s, since I know that I don’t hold my liquor very well. I try to remember if I’d ever told that to Nikki, but my head felt a bit like it had been packed in cotton balls. Cotton balls that had been soaked in passion fruit margaritas. Just before the waiter arrived, I had been about to make an intimate confession to Nikki. Coming up from behind me, the waiter had startled me into a previous fit of embarrassed giggles which had only just settled down when Nikki asked her. He was a bit clumsy with his hands, but goodness me when his cock slid up inside me it felt perfect for my cunt. I came almost immediately and then another three times. It was an incredible fuck and an amazing cock. I would have seen him again just for his cock but it didn't happen. In fourth place Asif. He was a stroker like you, he kissed me all over, went down on me for ages, made me really wet and made me feel fantastic. We saw each other for a while. The best I remember was 69ing on his. He starts to stroke it gently to put me at ease.“See – that’s not so bad.” Mike said, as he continued to rub my cock. “Here – stroke mine” he said.I grabbed his cock and started to pull it back forth. It was still wet from all the sweat from the game – and it was sweltering in the house, this was the valley in the 80’s, with no AC.His bushy pubes were drenched in sweat, but that only made it easier to pump his cock. It was so girthy and soft and had so much pre-cum. He kept stroking my cock and.