Mne lund uski gulab jaisi chut par rakh liya..or jatka mara to wo thoda sa ander he gaya thaYou garima dard se chillane lagi m wahi ruk gaya or jb lag... k ab usse dard nahi ho raha to fir se jordar jatka mara or mera aadha lund uski chut mai tha or wo rone lag gayi uski aakho se aasu aa rahe thai….mne uska muh apne hath se band kr diya or 1 or jordar jatkka mara to pura lund uski chut mai chala gaya or wo chilane ki kosish kr rahi thi par mnr hath nahi hataya or aasu or jada aane lag gaye jb. Do not look at me. Do not speak to me. Your job is to suck me, wank me, and make me cum. Take no more than five minutes to get me to the point where I fill your hot mouth with my cum. Milk me dry. Swallow it all. Get every last drop you can. When I’m done, I will dismiss you. Simply push you off my cock and the sofa. I will not say a word to you. You have done what was required for now and now you will say, “Thank you, Master”, and go to the kitchen to wait for me. At half time, I will come for. No bra. His left hand circled my clit as the right gave me the shocker, it hurt at first, bit after a few thrusts I loosened up and became even more aroused. I scratched at his neck pulling him towards me. He stopped touching me, I grabbed his right hand, and sucked on the fingers that were in my pussy, I could taste myself. My fingers slid down his chest and went into his boxers, I teased him by caressing his shaft, I could feel him pulsing with desire. He groaned as liquid. I was altogether fully human and in the prime of my life for one so endowed and I owed it all to the curse of my forebears that had instituted my continuing existence in this peaceful valley for hundreds of years with a condition of the blood that needed female companionship to sustain my youthful appearance. No, I was not some latter-day Count Dracula with his horrid taste for human blood and the bite of death that seemed all too boring from a layman’s point of view.I was rather more just a.