Tichi gand ashi mast watat hoti ki majhya manat tichi pant kadhnyacha vichar yet hota,tine madhun blue colour chi slip ghatali hoti mi te var sarkawle...aani thode tel cholale ti, tya sobat tine “Aahahhaa” ashya pratikriya deun mla ajun josh aanla pan ticha dress oil mule dress kharab hoil as mi tila sangital tyavar thod ghabarta ti bar thamb as mhanali aani tine uthun ticha dress aani slip kadhun ghetli tine madhun white bra ghatla hota tine bra kadhla nahi aani parat jhopli mi tichi path purn. I want to cum all over your face.’ Like an obedient slut, she did as ordered and looked at me expectantly. I groaned as my orgasm ripped through me and I watched ropes of cum go all over my mother’s face and hair. ‘Leave your face like that! I want you to have my cum on you all day, no matter where you go!’ I ordered and my mom nodded. She looked so sexy with my cum on her swollen lips. I could feel myself hardening again. ‘From now on, you will give me a blowjob every morning and night. You. It was his fault, then, that Mr. Fogg and Aouda had missed the steamer. Yes, but it was still more the fault of the traitor who, in order to separate him from his master, and detain the latter at Hong Kong, had inveigled him into getting drunk! He now saw the detective's trick; and at this moment Mr. Fogg was certainly ruined, his bet was lost, and he himself perhaps arrested and imprisoned! And what of Aouda? At this thought Passepartout tore his hair. Ah, if Fix ever came within his reach,. Brandy laughed at him as hard as she could and replied, "Sure thing, ass hole! I'm shaking in my panties!" and she wiggled her slightly overweight ass in his direction. Brandy never knew why she really hated her brother so much, maybe because he was so smart compared to her. Her only asset was her body and it was slowly deteriorating due to her excessive eating and her compulsive masturbating. It was nothing for her to masturbate 15 or 20 times a day and still be horny.Later that day Brandy had.