Me shilpa ko kehta ab taiyar ho jav tumhara gaand ki bari hai to shilpa bolti nahi yarrrr muje nahi fadvani apni gaand tum anjali ki hi fado.. To anja...i bolti fadvale aisa mouka bar bar nahi milta, tera husnad to 2 din ke bad aane wale hai, kyo mouka gawa rahi hai. To shilpa boli me ne sirf ek bar hi gaand marvayi hai . Aur muje kafi dard hua tha, tab se nahi marwayi is liye dar lag ta hai, to anjali mere sam ne dekh te hua boli is ki gaand dhire se marna bichari nayi nayi hai, it na keh kar. When we got there she bent over, holding the front bumper with her ass in the air, her legs slightly spread.“You said you were going to finish me off,” she said, looking over her shoulder.She’s unusually tight for a woman with two children, It normally takes me a couple of thrusts to get completely in. But she was so swollen and wet I slipped into her with one smooth motion. “God, I’m close.”I fucked her hard, ramming my cock as deep as it would go. You could have heard the slap of flesh. One photo after another as she took the length into her mouth and then throat. I gasped as her throat clenched around me and pulled from her mouth fully not wanting to cum; not yet. I had taken a dozen shots already and my cock glistened with her spit now ready to move on. An ache filled me, but we had committed to the memory shoot knowing that we could fuck later and finish what joys it represented or created. I chuckled as I went to the tripod mounted camera and asked, “Do you remember the. " "Oh, I think you know it's more than that Miss Duncan." He was right. I did know it. "I won't mind, if that is what you are trying to insinuate professor." Truth was, I really was not going to mind because I was going to be with a group of my peers. What I actually did mind was the professor would be there also. I understood he had to be, though. It was his job. Now, he was about to hire me to do a job for him. "Here's a copy of my schedule," I said and handed it to him. Professor Dubin.