The thought made me a little hard. I was able to see that Sreeja had made a bun and Aswathy’s was braided. But I still couldn’t see all of it. So ...fter some time my mom asked me to show them their rooms. As mom showed my uncle and aunt their rooms, I asked Sreeja & Aswathy to follow me upstairs to their room. While reaching stairs, I asked them to walk in front of me.Now I could watch both of their hairs freely. Sreeja had made a huge loose bun which hung down her nape and Aswathy’s braid. "Now, isn't that better, slut? Don't you like wearing this rope?"His hiss in her ear brought goose-bumps to her spine and she merely nodded again, unable to speak. She could smell her own arousal - she was so very hot - the way he was manhandling her, his massive shoulders dwarfing her small frame as he simply moved her where he wanted her with one hand entwined in her ropes. She almost did not understand what he was doing when she felt downward pressure, but realized he had maneuvered her. The wet sounds of his dick being jacked off was too much for him and with a loud roar, Anthony’s cock spurted a large load of jism. Ropes of slimy cum sprayed all over her hand and his chest. As he lay there breathing heavy, she wiped her hand off on his stomach and pulled her fingers out of his slack ass. “Now…that was unexpected. Can you imagine the CEO of a large company getting off from an anal exam?” she laughed. Anthony covered his red face with his arm. “And, look at this…your cock is. We continued for a while and the feeling was driving me crazy. The teasing and the heat from his shaft combined with the feel of his big heavy balls slapping against my smaller sized ones drove me head crazy. It wasn’t long before he was really bucking against me with his body very close to mine so that the last few inches of his cock was spilling over the top of my crack. Due to that, every time his cock leaked or spit out some precum it spurted onto my back and a little in my hair. At first.