Didi: Arey buddhu samaj nahi aaya abhi tak, ya dar ke maare dimag nahi kaam kar raha hai.Fir mujhe realize hua ki sala yeh Sali toh bondage hai. Pehli...chees mere dimag aayi woh hai dard. Bondage mein dard bohut hota hai. Meri gotiya fat ke chaar ho gayi.Main: Didi nahi yaar nahi karte hai yeh sab. Kholo mujhe. Main darte hue bolne laga. Awaaz se saaf pata chal raha tha.Didi: You will love it, baby. Didi sexy awaaz mein boli.Main: Didi yaar dard hoga bohut. Mat kar aisa kuch. Main cheek diya.. He was hard as a rock though and so was I, with my Mistress clapping her hands and nodding happily at our little display."Go down on her, boy ... On your knees now!" Miss Corinne was saying.She leaned forward almost breathlessly, her white skin flushed pink with excitement, and this was one of the things she liked best. She wanted to see this obviously straight young buck sucking my sissy girl cock, knowing he'd never done any such thing in his life. It seemed for a long second that the nigger. Her thumb rubbed the precum over his swollen tip. She shot him up a look and then took his cock into her mouth. A soft wet slurping sound was very audible now and increased and she continued sucking him off. "Ah, fuck, yeah," dad groaned softly off camera. The focus was too tight on her head and all that was on the screen at that momnet was a great blur as her head bobbed up and down with increasing acceleration. He them zoomed out just as her face turned up to his and she smiled up at me, her. How could his lovely wife do something like this to him. He wonder who the guy was inside his house. Was it someone he had known or was it one of the trainers from the gym. He originally had the idea of storming into the house and catch them both red handed, but he needed to know first who the guy was. He snuck up to the living room window as the window was slightly open and peaked in. He saw his wife as she still stood their showing off her beautiful tits. She still had on her workout shorts.