Bhi bhejaDusre din maine usko karib rat ke 11 baje mobile kiya to raj ne uthaya vo neha bhi uske pas hi soyi huyi thi humne kafi sexy bate ki raj ne k...ha tumhare lund ki size kya he maine kaha 8″ inch to vo bola kafi bada he neha to bahut maja aayega usne kaha neha bhi hamari bate sun rahi he maine phon ka spikar on kiya huva he fir usne kaha tumhe sex me kya pasand he maine kaha muje boobs ko chusne me aur pussy ko chusne me jyada maja aaya he tabhi neha ne kaha muje bhi apni pussy ko chusvane. " She was hardly a femme fatale, after all. When she stepped out of her car in the bookstore parking lot, she had on a short, fluttery skirt, a pale pink top, and sandals with a low heel. She'd left her straight blonde hair down and wore minimal makeup. Her bra and panties were both white, and the panties had a little pink bow on the waistband in front. She'd always meant to cut it off and had never gotten around to it. Now, she was hoping her intuition was correct and that he'd like it.It was. I used to listen to them fucking every night. She was always hanging on him, treating him like he was a king, massaging him, kissing on him. He didn't like me much. He treated me nice when Mom was around, but when we were alone he mostly ignored me. I think it was because I wasn't the most masculine 18 year old k**. In fact, looking back on it, I was a downright sissy. I loathed athletic sports, and was frail and a weakling. Once he told me that his 7 year old son could kick my ass! And me, an. She was actually trying to get off on my hand as I got her cunt even wetter. Then I shoved my hand under her panties and fingered her pussy directly. Maggie moaned as I did this and I felt her knees buckle a bit.When I felt her knees give way, I pushed her the rest of the way to her knees. Grabbing her by the throat, I smeared my juice-covered hand all over her face, getting her face thoroughly wet with her own woman-honey.“There see what a whore you are? Taste your cunt juice… taste what you.