Duniya ki nazro mai Mr Javed Garments ke vyapari hai par unka real kaam nabalik ladkiyo ko phansa ke unhe Pakistan bhej ki unki izzat nilaam karna ke ...ha.Yeh baat se shina aur uske parents anjaan the. Mrs Mannat bhi kuch kamm nahi thi. Unke Pakistan mai kai aise centers the jaha who apne husband ke bheje hue ladkiyo se dhanda karwati hai. Jab bhi javed aur uski family Mr Atul key aha jaate ya jab Mr Atul ki family Mr javed ke yaha jaate toh Javed ki family bade shareef dhang se unse peesh aati. “Suck,” he ordered.“No!” she protested, but he forced her mouth open and eased his cum covered cock between her lips.She tried to back away but eventually had to relent. His cock tasted funny. She flicked her tongue over it and to her horror it started to swell again filling her mouth easing towards her throat.“Oh that’s good, suck me baby,” Mike said soothingly.Sammy sucked. She liked the idea she was pleasing Mike. She was almost choking but didn’t want to disappoint him. Her holes felt. It had the feel of a very sanitary room.In the room was a strange apparatus. It had six shallow stalls all connected into the shape of a "C". If there had been a seventh stall, it would have been a complete circle.Standing in front of the device was a woman who, no doubt, was the younger girl's mother. She looked just like their escort would in twenty years. The older woman was dressed just like the other, though her plaid shirt was of a different color. She also had a handgun holstered on one. She made my cock ache for her affection, teasing and flirting, and she taught me to reciprocate.To slowly seduce, to show interest and then hold back, to build the desire like a building a fire from a spark into an inferno before the first physical touch.She opened her pudgy old thighs for me again. I slid it into her warm wet tight friendly middle, settling my weight against her voluptuous body.“Ah.” She sighed in satisfaction. “Fuck me hard.” She said softly, “And don’t come until I say!”She.