Kakimar daber moto chuchi duto mapte ektuo kosto hoi na. kakima hese chole jai pacha duliye. Ki korbo vabchi. Paye paye kakimar ghorer samne giye dara... uki marte sahos hoi na. hathat pardar kon theke kakimar mukh beroi “ baire keno vetore ai na.” ar pai ke vetore dhuke dekhi kakimar sarita mejhete lutoputi khachhe. Saya pora hoye gache. Blouse o galiye feleche. Bukta sarite Dhaka. Kakima hathat e muchki hese bole “ekta kaj kore dibi?” ki bolo na. amar dik pechon fire dariye bole “please bra er. Thodi dwr baad uske chut ne paani chodd diya..Tab maine uske chut mei thoda sa ghusaya..Lekin nhi ghusa bahar aa gya..Aur wo thoda sa chilla padi..Maine usko kaha thoda saant reh..Phir meine uske chut k entrnc k samne laa k bahot zor se dhka mara to thoda sa ghusa..Aur wo chikhe isse pehle hi maine apna haat rkh diya uske muh prUske aankhon se anshu aa gye the..Phir kuch dr baad uska drd km hone k baad maine ek aur dhakka mara to pura lund uske chut k andar chl gya tha…Aur wo dard se ktra rhi. Dave's hands moved, one reaching up and grabbing my neck, the other down to rub my clit as he pulled me down to lay on top of him as he continued to thrust into me. He held me down and still and I started to cum again, moaning so loud as he grabbed my right breast and squeezed milk out. He brought his wet hand up to my open mouth and stuck his milky fingers in. My breast milk tasted kind of sweet on his fingers. Dave continued to hold me close to him on his chest as he fucked me, my orgasm. What must have been nearly a foot of completely limp cockmeat was slapping around between his burly thighs. ‘I’ve been with teachers…’ He began. ‘Now Timmy, hang on,’ I managed to stammer between droplets of drool attempting to escape my pillow lips as I back up. ‘I nailed my neighbor while her husband watched…’ He snorted, ‘Gave her more pleasure than she’ll ever get again.’ ‘Tim! Please! OOF!’ My back hit my desk. He put his hands on my shoulders, gently but firmly forcing me to my knees as.