Liz uttered, "No, I mean really fuck me." With that the man drove every inch of his massive tool deep inside Liz's pussy. The man fucked Liz with comp...ete abandon. His strokes became fast and hard slapping his pelvis against the skin of her ass. Liz started to pull forward and slam herself back meeting his every thrust with complete penetration as the wet squishing sound became louder. A creamy whiteness from Liz's pussy began coating the mans thick cock and Liz began to grunt in sounds Kevin. Sneha mere paas aa kar mujhe smooch(kiss) karne lagi or main bhi use poora support dene laga or madhu mere lund se khelne lagi or chusne lagi, main sneha ko kiss bhi kar raha tha or uske boobs bhi daba raha tha, hum teenoHi poori tarah se garam ho chuke the, poore kamre me sirf kiss ki or siskiyon ki aawaj thi, phir unhone apni position badal li ab sneha mere lund ko chus rahi thi or madhu mujhe kiss kar rahi thi or main uske boobs daba raha tha, madhu ke boobs jaisa mainePahle bataya ki kaafi. Mom told me he grew up on a farm, was home schooled, but got into Harvard anyway and had a fellowship. He talked a lot to my mom. She invited him for coffee and she was always making cookies and meals for him. Even though she was twenty or so years older, I think she had a crush on him. It seemed weird, but I didn’t really think about it that much. Still, I could see why. He was actually good-looking with longish brown hair, a beard, and wore wire-rimmed glasses, a little nerdy but nice. Like I. I was so confused on how I would fuck her and what consequences will I have to bear. I was afraid if I would approach her, would she tell my mother? These questions were eating me inside. Then one day luck came, she told me that she have was having problem in her internet connection and she would not be able to access her browser. I was very happy that I got an opportunity to spend some time with her alone. Once I reached her house, she guided me to her connection box. Then she left me and went.