Tabhi maine ek mota lund ka supara apni Gand or choot ko chumne laga.Maine socha ki ashok uncle ka lund mere muh main hai or sir ka lund itna bara nah... hai.To kya yeh Raj uncle.Maine mur ker confirm kerna chaha Wakei main kafi bara tha maine unhe dekh ker ek smile di. Or fir Ashok uncle ka lund chusne lagi.Raj uncle ka lund abhi tek meri choot or gand ki janch ker reha tha.Mujhe feel hone laga ki meri gand main na dal de yeh mota lund.Main jaise hi unhe mna kerne ke liye muri or kehne lagi ki. In the few meagre seconds we'd been trading barbs, my expensive underwear felt more like a cheap dishcloth: crumpled and soggy. His hands slipped beneath the saturated fabric. I bit my lip as one hand found my clit while the other explored my tight anus. Despite my objections, my juices were flowing like the Amazon... in the rainy season. The last thing I wanted was for him to stop."You're a fucking little shit," I panted, my anger losing to my arousal. "You always do this to me when I'm in a. I sigh as my ass can now relax, then without warning the plug goes back in. Now she starts to work it in and out, slow at first then she builds up speed tearing my ass apart. Then it stops with the plug in my ass. I can hear her back there still and have no idea what she is about to do. Then her hand grabs her cock and twist it a little so she can reach the lock. And with that I can feel the cage slide off her cock. It's been 6 days since the cage has been off. Her hand grabs her cock and. The thoughts of her young, full sweet lips sucking on my tits and then down on my pussy, really soaked my panties. Ramesh’s cell phone rang and he began to answer it as I fixed my eyes on Barkha’s tight young, sweet ass. Mom, I will be going for a couple of hours, a patient has just come into the hospital, will you keep Barkha company?” he said to me. Without waiting for even a second he left leaving us two women all alone in my room, “Do you feel uncomfortable with me, alone, Barkha? Or you.