Jb wo dho kr bahar aayi maine usse towel diya ussne apna haath pair poocha phr apna saree thik krne lagi maine kaha ki andar me sheesha hai aap wahan ...a k thik kr le pr usse pta nhi tha ki kaun se room me jana hai toh mai usse room tk le gya. Maine soch liya tha aaj isko chod k chorunga mera lund lungi ke andar tanna hua tha bahar aane ko betab tha,jb wo sheeshe k pass khada ho k apna saree thik krne lgi mujhe uske gol gaand ko dekh k rha nhi gya aur mai piche se jaa k apne lund uske gaand me. "After firing up the monster TV, Beth and I settled into a couch to watch Rathbone and Nigel Bruce work their way through all the clues and nab the bad guy at the end—with appropriate comments from the peanut gallery, of course."I've always thought of myself as Watson," said Beth during one of the commercial breaks."Does that make me Moriarty?" I replied with my best Snidely Whiplash leer."Nah, you've got to be Sherlock." No, you've got to be Holmes—very analytical and dispassionate. I'm more. Even after all the fucking these past few days, he could never get bored from doing her. The way she looked and the way she begged. The more than willing way that she cried for him to shoot his seed deep into her over and over again. Exquisite!Once his cock finally stopped spewing, he pulled out slowly, a dribble of spunk running down her leg. A thick white patch was now plastered on her pussy lips, with more oozing out with each passing moment. At this moment, Bella was looking at the massive. "God, Allie... look at him. Look at him pumping that cock, watching you fuck, Baby." She let out a low guttural moan. "He sees your ass and your wet pussy and your bouncing tits.... and it's making him soooo hard for you." Her eyes were riveted to the screen. "He's watching me put my big cock in you and wishing it was his.... Wishing it was his dick fucking your pussy." She bit her lower lip, her eyes glistening in the light from the video. With his hands on her hips, he pushed himself deeper.