Jab maine apni tung dali unke chut mai to aahah krne lgi..krte krte wo jhad gai.pura pani pani ho gya wnha ho gya.maine pucha ye kya hai unhone ne kha...ye sex krne pe niklta hai,tumhara bhi niklega jise sperm khte hai.Phir unhone kha ab mere chut mai tum apna lund dalo.mera lund bht bda to nhi lakin mota hai .jab maine dala unke anadr to unhone kha dheere dal,to mai ruk gya.phir mai unke hotho ko chumne lga..mera tung unke tung se lga hua tha..ar lund unke chut mai tha.phir maine hlka jhatka. Ordering her to spread her arms, I locked her wrists onto the wooden railing. With arms wide, she naturally leant forward, her tits and the lead hanging over the railing while her arse turned up invitingly.From the second-floor balcony, we saw early birds, dressed in rainbow colours, Pride Parade bound. “They look up; they’ll see!” I whispered.“Oh, God.” Rosie whimpered, a blush spreading over her chest.Tapping her calves with my instep, I had her step wider and attached the spreader bar to her. Ab usne mummy ko bed par lita diya aur mummy ki dono tange faila di aur khud bed par ghutno ke bal baith gaya usne mummy ki dono jhange pakad li aur unke bur me lund dal diya aur chodne laga mummy apne dono hath se bed ke piche pakad rakhi thi aur unke boobsChudai ke sath hil rahe the.mummy ne kaha raj dhire karo please dard hota haipar boss kaha sunne vala tha vo mummy ke upar let gaya aur unke dono boobs pakad liya aur ek boobs ko chusne laga aur mummy ki chudai karne laga mummy apne dono. “Why am I here?” He squinted through the small holes of his mask, past the spotlights, through the discombobulating crowd of crazed females, and focused on the silhouetted image of one particular audience member seated on the second level, sipping what was probably a Long Island iced tea through a straw. In his mind's eye he could see her there, that sharp left brow of hers popped up, a diving, toothy smile clenched upon her straw. His mind’s eye saw that shattered glass smile that must have.