.Mar gai nahi muje maaf kardo maaf kardo bahut dard ho raha he aaaa haaaaa haa aaa haaa…Aman uski koi baat n sunte huve chut chat ta ja raha tha aur...ungli kar rha tha..Phir aman ne apni jocky utari to maa ki aakhe bahar aa gai..Unka lund 8\’ inch badaa tha aur bahut matlab bahut mota thaMaa – haaa nai nai ye mujse nahi hoga.Esa bolke chuchiya hila hila kar bhaag ne lagi..Par aman ne pakad kar bed pe bithaya..Aur maa ke muhh ke tqrf loda rakhaa..BolaAman – saali madarchod lee muhh me puraMaa. Small invisible needles prick her insides and strike her with more electric jolts. Gliding over her small bud, his thick muscle flattens along her folds, gathering her juices and scooping it into his mouth. His lower guttural moan left her throbbing as he returned to his ‘snack’. Lips wrap and suckle on her as his right hand moves in and slips his middle finger into her warm slick insides. He had to have been two inches in, the point of his finger rubbing and pressing the roof of her tunnel.Her. “I fear my need is becoming overwhelming and its constant whisper begs that I ask you the favour of feeding your prick into my mouth for me to suck on without shame.”Henry felt his heavy under hanging balls tighten in their hairy sac at the lascivious nature of her words. The thought of his comely maid devouring his outsized cock was one to savour for, alas, twas only under such circumstance as their clandestine meetings whilst his dear wife was away that such a pleasure be upon him.He frowned. “Come on guys! Enough already! A joke is joke but really; this is too much!” David still hadn’t accepted the gravity of the situation.The bikers forced the couple inside the dusty roadhouse and pushed them into the corner near the old mattress with the crumpled stained blanket. Brin dragged over two stainless steel framed chairs with ripped vinyl seats. He made a show of dusting them off with his rag.“Don’t want you folks getting them wedding clothes all dirty,” Brin joked.“And watch you don’t.