Ani -kyuki teri gand fatne wali hai kutiya. Monika- nhi ani.Plz meri gand mat maro please plzplz Ani – sry darling .Teri to gand fati aj. Uske bad m...ine uski bra muh me dal kar patti bandh di.Ab jo hone wala tha wo uske liye horror show se kam nhi tha. Monika – (jaise hi maine lund gand pe rkha)nhi ani please yr tume ma,papa ki kasam plzplzplz Lekin mai kha sunta,lund use chirte hue under chala gaya.Aur uske avaj ne muze ehsas dilaya ki wo to gayi. Monika – madarchod nhi please ani. Quickly, I moved the suitcase off the bed and sat down cross-legged on the edge, looking at myself in the mirror as I picked up my new heels. I couldn't wait any longer, slipping on the five-and-a-half inch high heels and fastening the straps around my ankles.I stood up, feeling my whole posture change as I slowly became more effeminate. Confidently strutting around the room, taking pictures of myself in various slutty poses on the bed.My tiny cock had become rock hard, pressing tightly against. Kneeling over his ass, my cock seemed to have a magic homing device. It found his hole without my hands or his hips. Sliding into him was easy, his hole was so ready. Soon my groin was pressed hard against his ass, his dense coarse hair scratching me, his hard globes resilient against my pressure. My softer body luxuriated in the resistance of his scrawny angles and the unyielding strength of his torso. But we didn’t last long. His body was at first trembling, sending little pulse shock waves. It seemed that there were a LOT of trucks on the roadthat day, but it’s probably my imagination. Anyway,about 10 miles out my husband said, “Okay Paula, youlittle cunt. I think you should show Steve yourappreciation for being seen with a slut like you inpublic.”God, I was WET as I pulled his shorts down. Steve’scock was nicer than I had thought; my husband hadnothing on Steve as far as length. Steve was a goodseven inches plus.But before I went down on him, my husband.