Mujhe pichhe wali leni hai…Geeta-ab loge!!yaar tum bhi na…chalo…Geeta ne fatafat saree utar di.maine lund teji se lund gaand mein daal diya..gho...i bnakr jor jor se shot marne lga.maza aane lga.Geeta-chodo yaar maza aa raha hai..time kam hai..meeta ka phon aa raha hai…o..raj..Raj-bas yaar ek minute…Jor jor k shot se main jhad gya…sara maza gaand k chhed pr tha…geeta ne pichhe se saaf kiya aur saree pahan kr chal pdi…Geeta-ab to tum khush ho na mere raja…meeta ko khoob maza. "Vanessa looked leery, but entered.I escorted her to the couch, and sat down beside her."You know how I told you that Vonda and I were lovers?" Yes." While truthful, it is not completely accurate."Vonda is my willing slave."Vanessa let out a whistle. "My sister is a submissive. Who would have guessed?"I nodded. "You seem to have some knowledge of the lifestyle." I've tried being a dominatrix, a couple times. I found it to be more amusing than arousing. The sub seemed to be turned on, though.". Now." Shannon shouted at David. Looking in the mirror at the mature 35 year old woman in a business suit. The jacket open, the blouse missing some buttons, a breast exposed, skirt around her hips, a boy in a school uniform pants around his ankles."Fuck I'm coming!" David cried as his warm seed flooded her hot juicy cunt."Fill me with your cum" Shannon encouraged him" Don't stop fucking me David." He responded pounding her pussy until he felt her trembling body and heard her whimpers. "On your. I paused the level and left the room as I heard my mom and aunt leaving. "Have fun!" My aunt shouted, locking the door behind her.I grunted in response and entered the bathroom to do my business. When I finished, and was about to leave, something on the basket beside the sink suddenly caught my eye.My heart skipped a beat and I became tense as I realised I was looking at my aunt's work out clothes. I debated on whether to examine them or not, and finally concluded with the aid of teenage.