Par mere papa ne osse palahe bua se pucha ki kya vo iss baat ke liye tayar hai to bua ne bhi haan bola or onse pucha ki kya koi hai onki zindgi me bua...palahe to sharmi par onhone kaha ki ek larka hai onke office me jisse vo pyar karne lag gayi hai mummy ko yeh bohot ajjeb laga ki divorce larki aaise firse affair chala rhi hai par ghar wale maan gayi to ab baat thi riste ki to jb larke wale milne aaye onse. To yeh to decided tha hi ki shadi honi hai nas ek type ka get to gather tha to papa ne. I wasn’t sure where my husband was, but I assumed it was part of the plan. The Bull drove me to a motel close by. He had a keycard and opened the door. Without a word he pushed me down onto the bed, spread my legs, and dove into my pussy, already soaked. He expertly gnawed on my clit, using tongue, teeth, and fingers, only stopping to tell me how I would enjoy being his little whore. Before I knew what was happening I’d already cum twice. Then he began working on my pussy. First a few fingers,. ”“You like it,” Cory grinned. “He is a great kisser, though,” he mused.A small frown clouded Ayn’s face for a second. “He no longer fucks you, right?” he asked, a bit worried.Cory’s eyes grew wide and then he burst into laughter. “You’re jealous, I cannot believe it.”“I’m not jealous, what the hell...” Ayn murmured, but he was obviously upset. “Anyway, we kiss and dry hump for like forever, and then he goes down on me, and starts to blow me. I think I’ll be able to write a book on oral sex,. “Leave it alone, Alex,” my bartender laughed. “You’re not her type.” “I’m every girl’s type when I need to be,” I smirked. “Even hers.” Kelan knew I’d always had a weakness for girls like that. They were like the Achilles’ heel of good intentions. Smoky eyes, full mouth, breasts jacked up with that tempting swell of jailbait cleavage. And that waist. I could get my hands all the way around a waist like that. I could pull her down onto my lap and do nasty, filthy things with her and she would.