Fuckbags. Slutmelons. Udders. Whoresacks. Tits. Fuckbags.’ As it talked, the capsule buzzed gently in Claire's pussy, like a vibrator. It was embara...sing, but quite pleasant. ‘Slutmelons. Udders. Tits. Fuckhandles.’ Then it paused, and the buzzing in her cunt stopped, and then the voice quite deliberately said, ‘Breasts.’At the word ‘Breasts’ an explosion went off in Claire’s cunt. The capsule discharged an electric shock. Claire squealed and writhed on the bed. It was only a small shock but it. Once aunty was licking uncles dick at the hall of my house at afternoon as no was there at my place,they thought I was sleeping time passed I got bored watching that womans boob,as I saw it more then 50 time but I always imagined how her husband had fucked her?(that’s’ non of my business). Now talking about my fathers 2nd sister her name is Shantini she is a teacher at school and most of the time she use to come to my house after school,she never wore a duppata in my house.she had a nice boobs. I said, since you’re the good girl, I’m going to introduce you to this gently. I pulled out her gag, and she begged me not to rape her. I covered her mouth with mine, as I gently ran my hands over her breasts and up her legs. I pulled down her tights and rubbed her pussy. Then, she bit my lip. That pissed me off. I slapped the crap out of her and tore off her dress. I said, I was going to get a blow job from Ashley, but now, it’s up to you. I put an o-ring gag in her mouth and shoved my. He began kissing his way down across her belly, and her hips began squirming. ‘Yes!’ she groaned. ‘Kiss me there! Yes! Again! Kiss me there again!’ Bert’s lips moved through her lush forest of pubic hair and he felt her legs begun quaking. Her hands slid up his back, then she clutched his head, pushing him downward. Bert’s tongue snaked out and began to explore the petal-soft lips of her vagina. She was soaked with the moistness of passion and tasted sweet, yet tart. His tongue probed between.