.His finger explored my rectum and I moaned again. I buried my face into the bed sheets. I was humiliated by this man....and could not understand how ...ould I be enjoying this…He pushed to his last knuckle and slipped in and out of my anus.Once he was comfortable with his thrusting; he began fucking my pussy again. I let him take me. I did not want to fight back. I opened my eyes when his strokes became slightly more erratic. He was going to come soon. He was going to come inside me…I struggled. Soon my pussy is as pink as the lollipop that you’ve begun to work in and out of my ass again. My juices are dripping, offering just enough lubrication to create a sticky pink glaze around my asshole, allowing you to manipulate it. As you edge forward on my mouth, my hands spread your cheeks apart. My tongue darts upward, flicking against your asshole and then sliding back and forth with teasing strokes. You moan deeply and begin to grind back against my lips as my warm tongue undulates against. Maggie hurried the girls to choke back the jarful without pause. “Did you fake?” asking their mother, regarding the home movie, the orgasms. “It was real.” “So we’ll cum.” A question. “Dirty-talk helps; I’ll give him the go-ahead.” “He’s so cute, all shy and shit” a safe, familiar tool: he loved his girls, and they knew it, and he was bothered with himself, and they knew that as well, gleefully so; Maggie warned them of what to expect from their father, detailing the moment they’d. Athanaal teacher ennai oru maanavanaaga paarkaamal oru ilamaiyaana aanagave paarhaal, naan kaama paarvaiyil paarpathu avalai thavira veru yaarukum theriyaathu.Enathu vagupil avalai paarthu anaivarum bayanthaargal aanal naan bayapada villai. Aval ennai paarthu muraithaal naan amaithiyaaga avalin mulai suuthai paarthukondu irunthen.Ival ennai vida vayathil periyaval athu matum illamal techer ival eppadi enudan udal uravu koluvaal endru ninaithu irunthen. Aanal athuum saathiyam aanathu paadam.