Or bazo bhi or han..Ghasti ko table sa itna upar rakhna ka aik bunda asani sa nichy late saky.Jab humny usko as per her instructions tyar kar lia tu.(...r is duran meri biwi bus tarapti hi rahi ka kisi tara sa wo hum sa chout jaye.mughar kahan…Humsub uska mukhtalif jism ka hison ko dabaty dabochty or maslty or sath sath usko batai gai instructions ka mutabiq tayar karty) usny apny bag sa steel ki patli wali wires nikalin..Thandi thandi wire jab usny meri biwi ka jism par pehrin..Tu uska nipple. To tell her what she wanted him to say. What had it been? Something about thanking her for molesting his asshole? It didn't matter, he couldn't say a fucking thing now. Not until she decided he could speak. His cock tickled and throbbed. He wanted to believe it was just the feathers, but he knew it wasn't. His helplessness, the power she held over him was somehow a gigantic fucking turn on. His own weakness was making him horny as fuck. Why was he getting off on this? Was he a pathetic weak. I sit through class and wonder how you managed to squeeze your beautiful tits into that shirt. I feel the bugle in my pants start to grow as the thoughts of you are driving me crazy. I wonder what kind of panties you are wearing or whether you are wearing any at all. My lips begin to tingle and I can only imagine how good your pussy must taste. All I wanted was one taste, I was lying to myself. I wanted it all, I wanted to make you mine right in front of the whole class. At that point I. ” Fir Mukesh mere haathme peg dene ke liye utha aur uska balance gaya aur glassmese adhi sharab seema ki blouse par giri aur fir ek zatkese glass niche jameen par rakh diya aur jebse rumal nikalkar uske blouse ke uparse pochhane laga. Wo bade ghayalana andaz me pyarse ahiste ahiste uske badan ko pochh raha tha. Aur bakbak kar raha tha. Uska pallu khisakkar jameen ko chum raha tha. Seema uske chunchiyoko masale jaanese garam ho rahi thi. Uski chunchiya ubharkar ekdum nukili ho gayi thi. Blouse.