Me breakfast krke uske ghar gya or wo ghar ka kaam kr rhi thi ,as i describe ki wo itni financially strng ni h to usne muje ek chair lakar ke di or me...us par beth gya or bate krne laga.Me: or didi kesi ho or yar aap to din din sukhti ja rhi ho?C: are kuch ni yar, pta ni kuch tabiyat thik rhti nhi h or uper se ghar ka sara kaam mujhe hi krna padta h or tujhe to pta h wo to ghar par h ni to mera dhayan kon rkhega.Me: ni yar esi bat to ni h , dhayan rkhne ke liye to bhut log h , hame bula liya kro. Maaaa. she was making lot of noise which very unique exp.. I was so excited with her that behavior .lots of ideas coming in my mind but I was not focusing anything.. she was also holding me.. and said please fuck me Zunair my love my jaaannn.ohhhhhhhh zunniiiii u r sexy aaahhhhhhhh..uhhhhhh my lund was also getting harder..I was not able to control myself..i cant hold it sometime even for few minute.. I told her that please let me fuck u otherwise I will discharge. No..no. don’t do yaar ..baad. 'No, no, ' she said to herself. 'I just can't do it with this bastard!'There was a moment of relief when she felt the man's orgasm begin to subside. Doris knew she had come within an eyelash of climaxing, which would have been horrific. She uttered a small sigh for being saved great embarrassment, as she felt the return of a small measure of self-control. She opened her eyes and turned to face the mirror again, as she noticed a new fear. A guy was framed behind the jerk and it was very obvious. She felt her strength come back as her hand wrapped around that thick cock. Her need to please it was overpowering. Her need to taste him gave her the strength to lift her head off her pillow and lean over to get to his cock. As her hand squeezed it, a thick drop of precum was forced out of the head. She never wanted to taste anything so much in her whole life. She could not stop herself from drawing the cock towards her mouth. His voice broke through the trance that held her, “Is my baby.