This produced another powerful orgasm in her. As he pumped her harder and faster, more and more milk sprayed out, she had stronger and stronger orgasm... and she realized the moaning she heard was her. He was pounding her pussy and she loved it.He said, "I love your hot pussy, whore. Keep squeezing me tight just like that. I'm going to cum deep in your pussy. I'm going to squirt so much in you that you're going to get pregnant again." When he started speaking, the orgasms started again and when. One day I saw mangla by road walking to her home. I stopped her and asked her to help me in my house work which she quickly agreed with me and there was a smile on her or like happiness in her that I asked her. Then I told her to come now she sat on my bike and told me to take her to my house and told she will visit the house now and start the work from tomorrow onward. I showed her the house and dropped her back to her home and waited for her next day so that I can seduce her to be in my arms. She was, as usual, revealingly clad, on this occasion in a pair of rather short football shorts and a white shirt that she had cut off just below her huge tits. The shirt was not buttoned up, she had tied the two corners together under her bra-less breasts, so as to stretch the thin white fabric over them and hold them together. She must have been spending more time on the sunlounger because she looked incredibly bronzed. Her smiling face – in fact her whole body – glistened with sweat and I. Looking at me, cheap whore, he blasted his semen in spurs filling my ass hole full of cum so hot I felt like it was burning. Or it may have been my sore rectum passage. While still looking at each other (I with intense tired look on my face), he took off the duct tape and my panties out of my mouth. I was hoping he would kiss his mother, a martyr of carnal burning desire, caress my bright red battered boobs, and say Thank You m,u,m,. Do you want to taste something delicious, m,o,m,m,y dearest?.