Ab main uthha or apna undarwear utara mera lund bhi gila ho gya tha, fir main uske upar let gya, or apne gile lund ko uski gili choot pe masalne lga. ...r wo hhhm aaahhOr fir maine lund ko choot ki chhed pe set kiya or ek hi dhakke me pura lund andar ho gya, uske mooh se ek baar aaaahhhhhh nikla, maine kaha aapto pahle bhi kr chuki ho fir qn chikhi, to wo boli kameene size ka bhi to farq hota h. Or maine uski choot me lund andar baahar krne lga or hm dono ek dusre ko kas k bahon me jhakde rahe or. Now about Mumtaz, she was a sweet, good-looking girl, inspire of being a Muslim, they were not conservative and she wore all kind of modern dresses like skirts, jeans, tops that hugged her breasts. We were on hi and hello terms and used to smile when we crossed one another; though I was sure she noticed that I ogled at her when she wore her tight tops. I noticed about Mumtaz was her mouth; she had plump pink lips, white teeth that would bite her bottom lip daintily and a delicate-looking tongue. She was about forty (she turned out to be forty two) and the tall guy she was with was at least ten years younger. She was quite pretty, but showed her age, and it was obvious that her long blonde hair had probably always been blonde but now needed dye.She was dressed very tastefully, but the dress was odd. It was a light blue satin material. She was slim and good looking; not scrawny or chunky; the kind of figure women would scream to have at her age, and the dress was long, right down to. “I’m very sorry, sir, that you didn’t know Tops was a male lactation fetish club.” Chestnut said as he rubbed the palm of my hands against Ginger’s milky nipples. “Would you like to leave? Or if you prefer, we can show you some of our other services.”I glanced at Jerry. He was sucking Annabelle’s tits again while jacking off.“ ... uh...” My dick hurt. Ginger’s dick was hard and sticking out clearly. It dribbled as much as her tits did.“Sir,” Ginger sighed. He even sounded like a woman. “For a.