}~~~~My mother is the "White Lady" Her famous portrait hangs in our living room. In our living room for God's sake! The image itself is arresting. A c...assic beauty, bending over slightly, twisting her torso a bit and looking over her right shoulder. Her full breast pokes a pretty point in the black fabric of her dress, which contrasts with the pale white skin of her limbs and hip. Mother's face reflecting the pale blue moonlight which lit the pose. A famous painting in my country.Famous, not. ”Biting my lip, I shook my head, changing my mind. I could not help whining softly as he stopped his movement, missing the slight pleasure the forced sex brought upon me. Dark eyes glared at me, not liking my defiance by the looks of it, as blunt nails dug into my thighs, drawing a small cry of pain from me. Whining a little, I tried to move up and down on his cock, needing to have this over as soon as possible, but he held me still. His eyes bore into mine with determination.We sat there,. I danced all over it. He squeezed my tits hard, I rubbed my clit. It felt amazing. Was this for real? Why hadn’t we done it sooner?Within minutes, maybe less, we found the right spot and the pleasure multiplied within me. I had to control my moans so that I wouldn’t give away our secrets to any near by rooms. However, his cock made that difficult.My body went tight, then boiled over with that pleasure. My orgasm swept through me with an explosion and left me in another world. My body felt weak. Vo mujhe chumne lagi aur main bhi hos ko baitha,aur hum dono ko ek dusre ko bethasa chume ja rahe the.Maine unko gurdan,gaalo, lips har jagah chuma.Ab vo meri shirt utarne lagi aur phir apni sari utar di.Ab vo bahut hi sexy lag rahi thi,hum ek usre ko chumte rahe.Maine unko seene par khoob chuma aur unke ckikne soft pet par bhi khoob chuma,unki nabhi me maine apni jeeb se khub khela aur chuma aur unke hips apne haatho se dabata raha.Unke hips mere haath me nahi aa rahe the,bahut bade aur soft.