Aur ek din mujhe phir 1 baje raat ko mahsoos hua hi didi ka gand mere lund me touch kar raha hai aur meri nind khul gayi maine lete-lete hi dekha ki d...di mere tara phith karke so rahi hai aur main diwal me sata hua hoon aur pichhe bhi nahin jaa sakta. Itna sochte ki mere lund rocket kit arak tan gaya aur main nind ka bahan kiye hue apne haath ko pichhe rakh kar sone ka bahana karte raha mere lund ek didi ke gand me sat gaya tha aur main andel dalne se bhi dar raha tha ki achanak didi aur pichhe. “Does this mean my Princess agrees to marry me?” I asked when she finally let me come up for air.“Yes,” she gasped, eyes smoldering.“How quickly can we get a priest here?” I asked.“Very quickly,” she gasped just before crying out quietly with her second orgasm.When she had recovered, I went out, found one of the servants who was guiding my men through the house, and sent her for the nearest priest to perform the marriage. “When you return, please bring the King and Queen to the room too,” I. At no time had she kissed me with her open mouth. She wrapped one leg around me. She released the kiss then gently pushed my head towards one breast putting her nipple into my mouth while whispering into my ear, "Make it look good for the camera." What else could I do? I took it into my mouth and ran my tongue around it only to discover that it was already quite hard. She moaned once again and her mouth remained open as she grasped the back of my head, firmly pulling it to her breast. I heard. During the day, Mandy looked at and admired her naked body in the full-length mirror. She thought, in fact knew, that she looked good for her age, yeah maybe her backside was a bit on the large side but it was certainly curvy and most men that she came across seemed to like her hairy cunt and her tits were quite impressive.As she looked over her shoulder at the reflection of her bare bottom she visualised it with cane marks on it and she thought back to the six strokes that her seemingly.