Pagal bohat bada pimple hai baad me daag ho jayega fodne deMene kuch nahi kaha to didi pimple fodne lag gayi sirf eeee ahhh ahhh krne laga to didi ne ...ahaDidi :- sir godi me rakh ke soMe :- hmmmMene sir godi me rakha to didi ke boobs mere naak aur muh ke sapne the aur didi ne uss din ek orange color ki salwar pehni thi jo kafi fiting thi uske boobs bohat tight the aur side side me thodi silai khul gayi thi me zuban se unke boobs ko touch karne laga mera lund puri tara se loha ban chuka tha uss. The winner of the fight would then fuck the loser with a strap-on in front of a cheering crowd.Witnessing the pleasure and the humiliation on the face of the loser in person was a rush like no other that I had ever felt. The pure dominant sexuality of the winner ravaging the loser was also extremely appealing to me. After coming home from these fights, I would fuck my wife with an intensity so powerful that she couldn't contain her screams of pleasure.After the first time that happened I told. “Okay, here it is. First, head back to Columbia. Before you get there, you’ll see signs for Interstate 77. Get on 77 going north to Charlotte. Before you get to the city, you’ll come to I-485. You’ll want to go north on 485 to Interstate 85. At I-85, take the turn going toward Spartanburg and Greenville. Your destination is a place called Blacksburg. It’s about 30 miles from Charlotte. Once you get there, I’ll direct you to him,” Chip told him.“That sounds like a long way,” Joey. I just grinned and gave her an innocent what?. She agreed though that it was a nice view. Then my wife did something I had never seen her do, she leaned over and told the woman that she loved her outfit and asked her if played the part as well as she dressed it. The woman responded by grabbing Lee's ass with one hand and pulling her head into her chest with the other. I thought the old guy on the other side of the bar was gonna fall off his stool. The bartender and owner, who is a good friend.