Ek bar esa hua ki muje jada paise lag rahe the or unhone muje diye par jab me wapas karne gaya to wo interest matalb bayan mangne lagi kind me me bola...kya chaiye to wo boli samay ane pe tumhe pata chal jaega phir me chale gaya….Ek din achanak se muje ek unknwn no se msg aya phir mene reply kiya to pata chala ki wo hai me sochne laga ki esa kya hai phir kai dino tak wo muje forward message bhejne lagi ek din mene hii likha aur baat karni shuru ki phir ham dono ke bitch me dosti basne lagi wo. I entered again. This time it was easier . she felt hot and wet. It felt as if I had shoved my dick into a hot pleasant furnace. She too closed her eyes and with half a smile, half a mouth open started moaning sounds like “ uh” and “um” and said sahib, don’t move , let me feel you. I feel you throb inside me . I feel so full and complete. I could feel the mouth of her cervix at the tip of my dick.It felt good to be deep inside her. but now I knew if I lay this way longer I would soon come, so I. It really was like a tiny dick, poking out nearly an inch from the lips of his sex. Getting into it, I sucked his huge clit into my mouth and teased it with the tip of my tongue. As I did I felt him take my aching prick into his mouth and down his throat. As my uncle deep-throated my cock I could feel the coarse hair of his beard on my belly, that was a little strange but his mouth certainly felt good sucking on my shaft. The more that I sucked and teased his clit, the more my uncle seemed to. . I'm... I'm not being raped... that's what I want to say" I gave one final smile at the camera and turned my attention back to Gus.Whilst I'd been giving my little confession for the benefit of the camera, Gus had stripped off his leather pants and his jocks. He stood at the foot of the block and all he had on was a T-shirt advertising Led Zeppelin. His arms and legs were a mass of tattoos and he was holding and stroking what I could only describe as one very fine piece of manhood... hard.