.Ne iss pyar koo bhujate2 2 bache dedioyee……Par bhujaa nai…..Paye……Mei bhi xited tha….Mene kaha mera bhiii nikal jayegaaa tumari chuttt bh...nkar….Heat chodrai hai……… Chooddd mujee choddddd chall…..Jara postion to change karooo ajj apkoo jannat ki ser karata hu….Bhiya ne kabhi aisa nia kara hoga……Jyoti ne lete fat se kaha …..Ap maje ki baat karahe hoo….Uske land mei sirf paani bhara hua hai….Abhi chudai chaluukarta hai or kab choddeta hai ye uski ko pata ha….Or ye baat karte2 ab vo kuota ban. She told her you're now my bitch and you'll do whatever I say, right. Amy looked at her and said yes ma'm. And then Jean told her to get on her knees and then she she undid her pants and took them off. She told Amy to use her mouth to pull down her sweaty panties which Amy did. Amy apparently took too long which made Jean angry and she pulled Amy's hair to redirect her mouth to Jean's pussy. Jean told her to eat her pussy and Amy went to town on it like there was no tomorrow. Amy made the. While at 15 she had been cute, now at 17, soon to turn 18, she had become a young woman and looked far more mature than her age. Stephanie was wearing a slim black pair of Rock & Republic denim pants that were molded to her now wider and more feminine hips and rounded butt. She had on a crisp white blouse that made you tantalizingly aware of how much fuller her breasts had become, but only hinted at their firmness and roundness teasing you to desire more. She was wearing a sophisticated strand. As for the ones I gave her, they were never about me. They were always a story about her and another man or woman. She always waited until our son was asleep or gone and then went in the same bedroom and closed the door where she lay on our bed and listened to it.At first, I stood secretly outside the door and listened intently as I could hear my voice quietly drone. Even over my voice I couldn't miss her voice as she breathed hard and sharp before moaning into an orgasm.Then I got wise and,.