Kya chaat te ho.Wah maja aa rha so bahut maja aa rha.Ab daalo bhi jaldi.Mere chaatne ke baad wo pure josh me thi.Boli jaldi daalo mari jaa rahi hu mai...Mera lund bhi ab chut dhund raha tha.Par uss se pehle maine uska gaand suck karne ko socha.Kuki uski gaand bahut gori aur badi thi.Apna sir uske gaand me ghusaya aur uske asshole ko suck karne laga.Usse bahut maja aa raha tha.Phir dheere dheere uski chut par pahuch gya aur chaatne laga andar jaakr.Wo mera head push kar rahi thi.Usne bola daalo. His voice, deep and husky, greeted her over the other end and contributed another dimension to her sensorial vision of him. Her green eyes turned luminous at the reminder of his hushed whispers and the ragged breaths of their shared exertions from last night. "Are you still in bed?" He teased, filled with mirth, as if he knew exactly what she was doing. She admitted ruefully that she was and that she wished she was able to offer morning salutations to the magnanimous size of his length between. She smiled at him. "Margret here is about to become theowned slave of my good friend Mistress Spider," she said slowly standingup.Mistress Spider ignored Jerry walking into the room and stroking Margretwho was torn between staring at her husband, and leaning into her friendwho she was starting to see as her mistress. Margret tried to open hermouth to say something, and Mistress Spider just put her finger on herlips "Shh no speaking right now," she said smiling.Jerry stared at her. "Don't. "Hi beautiful, I have a 4:30 appointment. My name is Rosie, Big Rosie."I blushed at her compliment. Her smile screamed mischief. Her outfit screamed confidence, considering her size. Her blouse, with two buttons undone, barely held in her massive breasts; it also showcased her immense cleavage which left little to the imagination, although my imagination was already playing tricks on my straightness. Her black skirt was as short as today's provocative teenagers wear,and her four-inch pumps were.