Her eyes were rolled all the way back.He slapped her in the chest as punishment. “Stupid slut. You’re cleaning this up.” She nodded while waggin... her tongue. Then she pushed it into his mouth and wound it around his.“Shouldn’t you be doing this with a boy you like?” he mumbled into her mouth.She shook her head as she pulled back. “Never. I don’t want to fuck anyone else. Only you; only someone who hates me. If they like me they’ll be too gentle.”“You want to belong to me?” he asked.She shook. Fuck how can I do this she wondered. Sitting down the plug felt so damn good, her pussy so wet, her hand hidden under the desk, she was sure every now & again she could smell herself, the sweet delicious smell of pussy & pleasure. If she could, could they. She could feel her nipples harden they get so big & stiff when she was worked up someone must notice that surely, she found so open so on show. The meeting dragged, she couldn't concentrate, it must finish soon, the ache in your pussy was. Mahn those sweet melons felt soo good in my arms . She slightly started moaning due to my behaviours . Then i just stoped . Then i just went and brought a saree for her and asked her to wear those for me . Then went to the bathroom and changed her self . She was in blouse and peticoat . I could see the curve of her boobs and her sexy ass and her deep navel .I went close to her and grabed her ass . Then i maid her lie on the bed and took some photos of her for my personal collection . Then i. So that’s how I found myself in the stands right next to the action as thick women in shorts, legs pumping and voices screaming circled round and round. I watched their big, muscular asses, go round and round and breathed in their exotic sweat. I caught the eye of one tall redhead with big tits. I knew that if she unleashed those twin balloons from beneath her jersey that I’d better watch out or I’d have bruises on my face. I made a mental note to include hand signals in my.