I hear nothing. No can hear a girl being pounded hard by a fucking an**al machine withering cumming again and again. And who would? My mother liked to...live around the nature and therefore lived in the outskirts in a lone house. "Stoppp!!!", I scream hoping for something to happen. Then i hear the door opening and closing. I remembers It maybe my stepb**ther. I stops for a moment contemplating whether to call him for help while I was stark naked being pounded by a plastic machine lunatic. But. Nama was telling him that he will suck the boobs till his last breath.They were talking dirty about how they will fuck me and what they want to do with me. It was making me horny and wet. The conversation was fueling me for sex. I always dreamed of hearing such things related to me. I came to my senses too and planned the things. My heart was also pounding doing that.I was waiting for the heavy gush of wind. I took both pair of clothes in the hand and opened the door lock. It was now just. When it was on I pulled the slip & the skirt down over it.Walking towards Pete with the cock standing to attention underneath the clothes made me feel very powerful,sexy & well cocky all at once.I was holding back my orgasm at that point.I ordered him to suck on my shaft. as he did so he reached round to my bum & fondled it every now & then lightly poking my hum hole.I'd never experienced any bum hole pleasure before either.I ordered him to bend over to feel what its like to be fucked like a. I lowered my face, planting a chaste kiss on her lust swollen pussy lips. My tongue extended and I tasted her for the first time. Her thighs clamped around my head as I heard her coo quietly, “No man has ever touched me there Professor.” My tongue traced her lips from top to bottom and back up again, gathering her warm wetness on the tip. With my nose pressed into the tangle of hairs, I rasped her clit before sinking as much of my tongue inside her as possible. Both of her hands grabbed fists.