“Is this ok? Am I-”“You’re good. Just go with it.”There was no more invitation needed. I let out a fearful squeak as my feet suddenly left t...e ground. His strong fingers lifted me by my waist and set me down on the kitchen table, spread open and waiting.He lifted the silk fabric and kissed my stomach, even the little rolls I had told myself I would work off a month ago.I pulled his face up to mine and tore open his shirt, finally feeling the inviting chest beneath the white linen and being. I went to my bedroom and started to work on my laptop .After sometime Rukmini entered my room and I was surprised because after bath she was looking very different as her hair was tied up with a thin cloth to soak the water and she was wearing a frock and thin shirt through which I could see her boobs as she was not wearing anything inside her shirt. She asked “ saab rasoi saaf karke aapke liye chai bana doongi” I agreed and she went to the kitchen. I developed a desire to make her mine and. I push my underwear down, exposing my cock to my man, and push it against his asshole, rubbing the tip around his smooth anus. “I could fuck you now, if you want,” I tell him. “Just suck my dick, please, David,” he replies, and twists my tits. So I suck from the base of the shaft to the sensitive glans, now unsheathed, and get his whole dick into my mouth. I tickle the skin under the cock head—the frenulum—and this drives him wild. I move my tongue to his lovely ball sack and suck gently on. The first item she grabbed was the hemp rope. The fibers were rough; they would irritate Phillipa's flesh—her mate wanted this to be as painful as possible.Britney loved her so much.The Rakshasa grabbed the thick butt-plug, tapered to a point, and shoved it up Phillipa's ass without any lube. Phillipa moaned in pain, her juices trickling out of her shaved pussy. Britney couldn't resist taking a swipe with her tongue, savoring Phillipa's tart pussy.Then Britney grabbed the rope.Phillipa knew how.