He called her “Priya”. She was drying her hair, possibly had her hair shower before, and came down with the electric dryer in her hands and a warm...smile like an angel that I in the movies only.Being the wife of a tall man like my lecturer, she is around 5’10”. He introduced her to me as his wife, Priyadarshini, a certified yoga gold-medalist, though she prefers staying at home and continuing yoga as a passion rather than taking any yoga classes owing to her reserved nature.At that time, she is. Master stands behind my marked-up body, and pulls my G-string to the side. I feel his rough fingers pressing some cold lubricant against my tight asshole. Master leans forward and whispers into my ear, ‘Tell me, Penny. Where do bad little sluts get fucked?’ I know the answer to that question. ‘Bad sluts get fucked in the ass, Master.’ ‘That’s right, Penny. Now take a deep breath.’ I shut my eyes, bite my lip, and inhale deeply. I feel Master pressing his hard cock against my tight muscle,. Fuck dude fuck yelled Reg. Kev pulled his tongue out and kissed his pucker, which now is red and swollen, moaning. Reg is jacking is cock again. Nigga I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you. Bring it nigga all talk no show, Kev cockiness was still showing. Suck my dick nigga, wet the mutha up before I stick in that tight azz. Kev did as he was told and was horny as hell. Reg told him not to jack off, cause he wanted to make him cum. A wicked smile came across Kev's face. The only other man he let. I looked up and he nodded to me. I thrust gently, and the head disappeared into his most private area. He sighed, and I slid myself in slowly, very gently. His saliva was the only lubricant, and I didn't want to hurt him. Inch after inch pressed it's way into him, and then my balls finally squeezed against the fabric of his pretty pink panties. In both of our minds, "he" had become "she." I rested my weight on top of her. My hips rocked and my fully erect cock began pistoning in and out of her.