She felt so safe; she knew she just wanted to be here as long as she could keep this male. He would make the best father, for her next child, and work...d to get ready to do her best to drop an egg.She moved more, and held the orgasm at bay. She needed to get the male to shoot into her. What was wrong with him? All males pushed in a little, and then in a few seconds, shot their juice, into the female. Why was she in this unnatural position? She should be on her knees. Could the male have. She felt the cock in her tense up, and then her belly grew warmer as the cock sprayed her insides with its juices. Her own body, already highly charged, pushed her over the edge again and again as the cock continued to hammer her pussy, until finally, she slumped on the padded bench, exhausted. Sophie saw her ponygirl slump in exhaustion, and she helped guide the ponyboy off the ponygirl, and into a stall. Sophie watched with one eye as the mistress bedded down her ponyboy, while. Her: accha sahab.Me: tum mujhe sahab mat bola karo, bohot ajeeb lagta hai, tum mere yahan thodi na kaam karti ho.Her: aise thodi na hota hai sahab, aap sahab ke dost hain, to sahab hi hue na.Me: nai aisa kuch nai hai, mujhe apna bhi dost hi samjho. Mera naam vivek hai naam se hi bulao mujhe please.Her: thik hai sahab, mera matlab vivek ji, jaisa aap bolo.Me: aur batao tumhare ghar pe kaun kaun hai.Her: main hoon aur ek beta hai mera 10 saal ka, panchvi me hai.Me: aur tumhara pati?Her: wo to 4. We kissed. It went on for a while, as her body squeezing against me, waking up further my already stirring cock.“Anything planned for the weekend?” she asked seductively.“No,” I said as I opened the front door and we climbed to my first floor flat.“Come with me to Shropshire,” she invited. “I booked a hotel in Ironbridge. The food is superb, the beer is local and very pleasant; Wenlock Edge is picturesque. How about it?”“Sold to the lady in red.”She was a wearing green blouse and a short,.