Ab unhone ne dhire dhire dhakke marne shuru kiye or unke her dhakke k sath bua bhi rhythmically moan kar rahi thi ah ah ah aha uh uh uh m m m mm . Dhi...e dhire unhone apni speed badha di or pura room bua ki chikhon se ah hah aha hah ah ah ah uhhh uh hhh ummm ah ah ah or unke sharir k takrane ki awaz se bhar gaya tha thap thap thap thap thap thap bich bich me uncle bua ko kiss bhi karte or unke boobs bhi dabate or bua k boobs to wo itne buri tarah masalte ki bua chikh hi padti ahhhhhhhh dhire. You can feel the twigs under your feet, and smell the wet air, but there's a strange overlay over everything. It looks like the display you see on a video game, with an inventory, bars for health and other attributes, even a map and an objective box, which is empty at the moment. Looking down at yourself, you appear to be wearing a ragged , brown peasant shirt, with similar, roughspun pants. In your hands, you appear to be holding a rusty, iron dagger. Out of nowhere, you hear Emma's voice.. He stood, and looked at Laura. He seemed confused and a bit lost. Without the hormones of arousal coursing through his system, he was likely now rethinking his decisions and feeling guilty about fucking his friend. All Laura could focus on, though, was his stiff cock, still dripping cum from the tip. Her training and all the videos she'd watched flashed through her head, and entirely without thinking about what she was doing she fell off the chair, down onto her knees in front of Michael,. So, if I call you a cunt or a whore, I mean no disrespect, okay?”Betty said, “That’s fine, I like it when Tom calls me names when we have sex.”“Good, then you’re used to that. Now take off your dress, slut and get on your knees. Daddy needs his cock sucked!” Stan said as he dropped his gym shorts to the ground.Betty gasped, and Tom’s dick twitched at the thought of her taking that large black cock in her mouth and her pussy.Betty got naked quickly and was down on her knees in no time. Stan sat.