“Eat me Manoj,” I gasped. I pressed my (choot) into his face, and he stuck his tongue up my hole. “Oh yes!” I cried. “That feels so good. Do...it!” He continued eating me while I moved my hips back and forth across the table. Manoj stood up and, bending over, rubbed his face over my tits! He took his hard cock (lund) into his hands and guided it to my choot hole. “Manoj, please mujhai choodo” I moan. “rundi bohat jaldi hai tujhai chudwaney ki?” he told. I groaned and tried to lift my hips to take. .. so you don't hafta do all the work..."That's all it took for us to drop the facade of pretense. In short order we were rutting like long lost lovers. My massage of her clit was probably what did the trick as she began to groan as she neared and then reached her climax. It was undoubtedly the first time in ages for her and must have surprised her with its intensity. As I said, she was a prim and proper person who was dainty and fastidious in her habits. I had never heard her use a bad word in. He swung over to crouch beside me, grabbed my hair and brought my head up. His cock head pressed against my lips. But the game that daddy loved most was for me to resist."If you were a good girl, you would wear a bra to cover up your luscious swollen breasts! Why don't you wear bra, Sweet Muffin?" Because I want you to see my nipples, daddy! I want your hands all over my breasts and make my pussy wet!" Good girls wear panties all day. Why don't you wear panties, Sweet Muffin?" Because I want. His own pole was making insistent nudges to the inside of his trousers.She knelt, legs wide apart, her back to the pole and directly in his eye line. He stared at the thin line of gusset that was between her fanny and the rest of the world. Suddenly, it was the centre of his universe. His imagination had him going head first into her hidden depths to be lost forever.The music became slightly more intense, as if written specifically for her act, rather than the other way around. The thong came.