)I watched that thick green shaft sliding in and out, so wet with Her juices, squelching with such delicious obscenity between Her swollen, butterflie... pussy lips. I couldn't help myself. I raised up a bit so my face was right between Goddess Janelle's legs and where the beads of pussyjuice that were sprayed from Her wonderful cunt splattered my slave-boy face.She laughed as She watched me. I was sniffing strongly behind my piggy-nose, loving the hot sex scent of my Mistress, my Goddess. I. I trust them implicitly, that utterly. I have no doubt that they would always be loyal to me. It’s just something that I can feel in my bones,” I explained, “Samira is another, and arguably Theodora as well ... maybe even Lydia, Stephanie, Remy, Becca, Oswald, Helga, Ernst, Ahanu, Miles, Jimmy, Davis, Aidan. Tricia, Helen, Gillian, Robert, Peter, Peter, Eliza ... Kristen, Artie, Kwak, Hae. Just a few names off the top of my head.”Suddenly, I heard several loud voices thunder at each other, and. He was in heaven. His wife didn’t like to suck his cock but this young coed sure knew what to do. Meanwhile, absentmindedly, Suzie started to massage her crotch. She could feel her wetness and was lusting after the Professor’s cock. She wanted it; she needed it so bad even as her ankle throbbed in pain. Chris looked down at Vanessa. He slid his hands down her sides and started to lift off her bra top. Vanessa stopped him. “You want these?” as she stood up and slide her hands up her stomach and. We were a mother-son who understood each other’s needs very well. Maya is a sex demon in bed and open to all kinds of relationships. Well, that’s a story for some other time.As it was a weekday, once we made our way out of the city, it was an empty highway leading towards Lonavala. Suresh, the Uber taxi driver, was a friendly chap, and we spoke about many things.Around 10.30AM, Suresh pulled his taxi into a lavish compound. There was greenery all around. As the farmhouse was outside Lonavala.