But damn what a pair of hooters.When you're 15, jesus, anything over a 32B is a gift from god himself and all you can think about is doing the motorbo...t. You want to bury yourself in a huge pair of them and die a happy man. It's the way of the world and hasn't changed for a thousand years.The only problem was...she had a fatass too, FUCK! the dilemmas, where do I want to go down into the depths of womanhood...ass or titties? Yes, another neverending debate of mankind. I'm well aware. One. Mai uske chochiyan shirt upar se hi dabane laga. Wo mere hath apne boobs se hatane lagi. Me jabarjasti uske boobs dabane laga uske mana karne wale haath ab mere kandho par the. Wo maza le rahi the ab mujhe uske shirt utarne me koi pareeshani nahi hui. May uske upar tha wo akh band kar ke leti the. May kuch der uske red bra ko dekhta raha aur use utardi. Mene apna tshirt bhi utari aur uske upar let kar use kiss karne laga. Meri naked body jab uski flesh se chowa ta mujhe reshami ehesas hua.mera. As I started licking she grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled it open more so I dove in deeper which made her scream into the pillow with pleasure.She leaned back on her knees and told me she needed my cock now, so I drove it into her soaking pussy and started sliding it in and out, she was still pulling her ass cheeks apart so I spit on her hole and started rubbing which made her scream "Oh god!" Shes so transparent about her anal love....I went back to concentrating on fucking her and then just. He loved the extra humiliation of forcing her to play such an active role in her abuse.As she prepared the room she felt herself falling deeper and deeper into the mindset he wanted her in for the evening ahead. She set out entertainment ready - extreme DVDs only available via *very* underground channels - and stocked the fridge fully with cans of beer. At the other end of the room she covered the area with thick black plastic sheeting and set up the whipping bench, attaching restraints ready..