Though it was not really on my mind, I mean, dominating it, it was there, at the back of my mind. We have had a few ups and downs regulating the play ...chedule, amongst others, forever the bloody rag (excuse the pun), some problems between us and the tough schedule we both had during the week. The party in the bedroom was concluded and moved to the porch for coffee and some snacks. There is a fair amount of creativity in our house. Sadly, though, these only come into play on birthdays and. Finger sa kaya? Ara chal chor na, kuch or baat kar, nahi pehla batao na ap kaya kartee thee, bataya to hai finger kartee thee, bus ya us ka sath kuch or be. Or kaya? Maina saas ka boobs ko duba kar inha be ap dubatee thee, saas ka red face or us ki sans taaz ho gee, mai aik dam sa boli abhi to maina kuch be nahi keya sirf poocha he hai. Normal ho kar boli i m not expecting likw this, thats y i just confused. Acha chal chor mara sir main dard hai zara tale dal da mara baloon main., hain hain. Ray started gently fucking me but we were soon built up into a frenziedmindless fuck.I was yelping and screaming and sounded like a hopeless bitch saying, "Yes,yes, yes" and "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me."Ray was quiet, just grunting away as he deep dicked me, his powerful handsalways in contact with my hips and ass, pulling and slapping. He wasdefinitely driving the bus.I could hear him getting louder and breathing heavier and he startedslamming my ass harder and harder – I knew he was about to. “I’m going to teach you about ass play,” I whispered. “You’re going to learn to like it.” I smacked her ass again. Rebecca sank to all fours. I ran into the kitchen and grabbed a stick of butter. “This will be cold,” I said as I touched it to Rebcca’s taint. I ran it up to her clit and rubbed it around while she shuddered and squealed, then brought it back down to her asshole. Her butt cheeks clenched around it, crushing the end of the stick. I tossed the butter aside and smacked her ass a few.