.ise chod chod kar jab tak yahan hun jannat ki sair karunga…. Rani bahut maja aa raha hai….”main chudai ke nashe mein Sheikh jiju ko kas kas kar...dhakke lagane ke liye protsahit kar rahi thi, “han raja!Chod lo apni sali ke burrrrrrrrrrrrrr koooooo aur Jorrrrrrr seeeee farrrrrrdoo is salii burrrrrrrrrr ko ohhhhhhrajjjjjjaaaaa main jannat kieeeeeeeee sair kar rahi hooooon……chodo raja choddddddoooo aur jor seeeeeeee haiiiiii kas kas kar maro….ohhhh bas main aneeeeee waliiiiiii hunnnnnn ui maaaaa. Once she got on her thong and looked in the mirror, she couldn’t tell that she was wearing anything inside of her. Even a feminine pad was thicker. Thinking about wearing a pad reminded her of Mistress Amy’s suggestion about changing her birth control pill. If her breasts really were going to get droopy, maybe it was something worth looking into. She usually didn’t have bad PMS, but not having periods sounded like it’d be worth trying.She had finished dressing by the time that Mistress Amy came. Being pressed between their two bodies just reminded her of the times when she’d been sandwiched on two thick shafts of meat, and she got even hornier as both guys ran their hands over her bouncing body. The music and the touching had her blood racing throughout the night as she bounced and moved to the pulsing lights and rhythms. One time, when Chad was busy with his tongue deep in Diana’s mouth and his hands running over her slight body, a daring dance partner slid his fingers under her skirt. ‘What happened to you, I thought you were copying me?’‘Sorry, I was so transfixed watching you, I forgot what you showed me.’ I felt my reply was so pathetic, ‘will you show me again…. Please?’‘I’d love to, I love pussy myself, can’t get enough of it!’With that she told me to sit back on the bed and kneeled between my legs. She started slowly trailing her fingers lightly up and down my slit, rubbing my juices all over my pussy, I sat sitting up on my elbows watching her in the mirror. Her touch.