.Fer mne meri finger se bhabhi ki fuddi k lips failaaye or unki fudfi me ek ungli daal di vo bdi asani se andar chli gyi isliye mne dusri b daal di or...is bar aisa lgaa jse bhabhi ne apni laate ikathi ki ho..m fer mne ungliyo ko aage piche krna start kiya or apne thumb se unke daane ko rgdna start kiyaa… Unki fuddi thoda thoda paani chodte hi jaa rhi thi.. Main unki fuddi ko chumna chahta tha but isd time not posdible fer mne mera hath salwar se nikala or unka pani chaata boht namkeen sa tasty. I take his cock in my mouth swallowing it deep until the whole thing hits the back of my throat. I suck it clean. Jane moves around and starts to lick the cum off my face holding my throat. She cleans me completely. She looks at his semi hard dick. I want to suck it? I release his cock from my mouth and stand up running my hands over his chest, we begin to kiss. Jane takes his cock in her hand and starts to massage it pulling the foreskin over the head and exposing it again. She takes it into. He told me that these new CD’s didn’t sound like the good old vinyl, you know! But you’re right, I could. Mind you, I’d still want the CD – partly as primary source and partly for the artwork, in some of the cases at least. Aha!’ Stan held aloft the CD of ballroom dance music he’d bought back in July. ‘Yup! This has got half a dozen Tango tracks!’ Stan’s living room was small and cluttered, and difficult to dance in, so it wasn’t long before they fell, laughing, onto the couch. Stan stopped. I get close to my weak slave. With the cold command and confidence that comes from knowing your prey, I whisper a nightmare to him. All of his poorly camouflaged weakness exposed. I delight in his squirming mental state. My spit conveys my contempt for this sexual being. I threaten to steal all that makes him a man which makes my power absolute and my domination of his sex assured. I walk to the door of the dungeon. His tears break my heart. His frail body in need of protection and rest are.