My weapons were called sonshu, their type, not their name. They were made of otu, a dense, heavy wood whose hearts could be baked in ovens and shaped ...y the delicate touch of the shudiki, the master artisans dedicated to crafting the wooden weaponry. My name was Ita, and meant 'clear sky'."Ita, your tips are low," Coru teased. She was Shudiki, but also she was Shudai; a master of the sonshu, and my teacher."If all you want to do is talk about it and not try to take advantage of it, then my plan. "Yes, sweetheart," I said, gently taking her arm and putting it down, so I could see those perfect little mounds she was so ashamed of. They were tender looking, crowned by small and light brown nipples, and seemed very sensitive."Do you promise you'll still love me after this?" Ava asked in a mix of fear and all the arousal she felt."If anything, I'll love you more," I said while laying her on the couch and taking off the dark green t-shirt I wore, "Nothing will change between us, but if it. " As she's talking I've got one of my hands rubbing on her hard clit and soaking wett whore cunt, and then her moans of approval fill the entire SUV. I rip of my shirt and push my pants off me to rest on the floor. Helene kicks off her heels for comfortability sake as her saliva falls down on my shaft as she strokes my BBC up n down aggressively as she begins to beg to feel my thick big cock deep inside her hungry cunt . Simultaneously I eagerly begin to lick and suck on her big tits, and we. . Ammi kutiya ki taraha soya hua lund hath me leti hai , dadaji aankh kholke muje pata tha sali tu aayegi esliye tuze force nhi kiya ..Ammi : hmm kaise na aati , etna motha lund thodi chut se jane detiDadaji : hath se , chut nhiAmmi : mere liye chut hi hai , ye maine kahawat banayi haiDadaji and dono haste huyeAmmi dadaji ka lundka uper ka supada apni jeeb se chat rahi thi , pura pre cum ammi ke hotho se and lund ke bich me dekh raha tha .. Ammi utna moth lund bohot pyaar se chus rahi thi and.