“You didn’t meet any Jihadists while you were out, did you?”Sia strolled into the living room. “What are you talking about?” she asked, her ...yes puzzled, a shopping bag in one hand.“I thought you might have decided to become a Jihadist bride,” I said.“A what?”“Never mind. What did you buy? A chador?”“A what?” my confused daughter asked again.I laughed. “Forget it. So you bought something. What?”Sia smiled. “It’s for you,” she announced, handing me the bag.Digging in, I pulled out a large. ...I can tell by the feel of your body against me, the grunts I hear in your throat and by your breathing, hard uneven breaths. You are sucking onto my tit, sucking hard to the point it almost hurts but at that moment, it feels so good.My own hands on my clit, rubbing hard and fast as you repeatedly thrust inside me. You are moving faster now, harder, you are nearing your orgasm now and I can feel it. Can feel you straining deep inside me, each thrust forcing yourself deeper and deeper and as I. The girl on the pole seemed to be slowly getting into her groove. Her nipples were now completely stiff and she began to breathe heavily; even moaning softly on occasion. Unfortunately the remaining guy was enjoying his continued treatment, and his breathing was getting heavier. You could tell that he was trying to withhold his orgasm. With a sadistic smile on his face, he looked at the girl over to the pole. He knew it would be her death sentence if he would cum now. He obviously wanted to. I expected her to pull back put she just kept sucking. She was swallowing as fast as she could but started choking and pulled back. My cum, leaking down the side of her mouth. I gave her bum a little slap and laughed.She sat next to me “how was that?” I pushed a strand of her dark brown hair behind her ear. “Crap “I looked at her with a serious face. She frowned and looked like she was gonna cry. I started laughing at her and pulled her into my arms “I’m joking baby cakes. You were great for.