Raising herself up on her knees before him, she cradled his head to her chest in a silence plea for him to suckle her. He certainly was not about to d...ny her this one act which had long meant so much to her, an act which would soon change from symbolism to reality following the events of this important night. As he continued to gently suck one of her feminine orbs, he could only wonder how the events of this evening would change their lives – ideally, for the better, of course, but only time. I picture her - in my mind’s eye a tall slender girl with coffee-colored skin dressed in her Sunday best, hair braided and pulled back in a neat pony tail. Her assailants are big, very dark (hey, my imagination is racist as Strom Thrummond, don’t judge me) with cocks that would make a horse jealous. She is semi-conscious in their arms and easily manipulated. They tear her dress from her, exposing demure white panties and a plain bra. Large, stubby fingers mash against her crotch, grinding the. Iss me kfi sarre stories sunne k bad mere sath jurhi ek khani ko btane lga hun.3 saal phle ki batt ha tab me +2 me tha mere age 19 thi collage dur honne ki vaja se mene pg me rhne lga. Whan pg owner thi Pooja uski age 34 k krib thi par usne apne body well maintain kr rkhi thi wo apni umar se 5-7 saal kam lgte thi mene use phli bar jab dekha to dkhta rh gyea ek dam fair boobs 34 kamar 30. Ass 34 goll goll usne kurta or pajami dali hue thi dkhte he mere pant me halchal pedda ho uthi.Uska hubby. I lost my conscious. I started to feel her nipple. And press her tits gently while smriti watched us. I suddenly realized my cock was rock hard throbbing in my pants while I let out a precum.Smriti saw my tented sweat pant and moved a hands slowly over my thighs towards the cock. While biting right corner of her lip. While I resisted she whispered it’s time to show your sisters you are not a baby anymore siddu and kissed my ears. While pooja drove my hand underneath her top. Smriti started to.