Nadia and Angie gasped, taking something this size with no foreplay was unfathomable for the girls but Paula didn’t even think twice. “Yes mistres...,” she said as she used both hands to aim the cock head between her legs to her soft tiny pussy.Inch by inch Paula backed into Alene’s cock until a foot of her cock was inside her. She showed no sign of pain, pleasure or any kind of emotion, just a robot doing its job.“This is the best I could do mistress,” Paula proclaimed.“No! you will take more!”. Vo mann gayaa or bola sir me chalta huto mene bola imran ghbrane ke baa t nahi hai ub tum ne dekh hi liya hai to kya sharmana choro or paper copy karo vo phir paper copy karne laga phir sunil ne dhire se pucha imran tumne abhi tak sex kiy ahai to vo bola nahi sir mene kaha ek baat puchu to vo bola kya to mene kaha tumhe aarti kesi lagi to vo sharma gayaa sunil nee kaha imran plz sharmao nahi bolo to vo bola sir bahut khubsurat hai madam sunil ne kaha tumhe or uske photo dekana hai to usne koi. "THERE YA GO!!! MAKIN' A MESS FOR ME TO CLEAN UP FOR YA. AGAIN!!!" He stilled her voice with another kiss. His hands were unbuttoning her blouse. She wasn't wearing a bra, as many women left them off in the hot weather. Her breasts sagged enough to make them all the more succulent. He nipples and areola were a deep pink color, and the breasts were milky white, highlighting them. She had been wearing a pair of loose-fitting khaki slacks, and the zipper and clasp were in front, and under his. Em knew that over the main course she was bound by good manners to talk to the man on her right. She felt sure he was very nice too, but he was definitely not her type. The younger man’s name was Damon, apparently someone new on the business circuit that Em currently inhabited. He was dressed expensively well, smelled of cologne, and had a lovely laugh. She had made a mental note to cultivate him for later and they had exchanged business cards. They had chatted again over dessert and Em.