Sweta chillaii, “uiiii maa mer gayi iiiiiii iiiii maaaaaa oh kamal, aise hi kuch der hilna dulna nahee, hi! Bara jaleem hai tumhara lund. Mar hi dal... mujhe tumne mere raja. Sweta ko kafi dard ho raha tha. Paheli bar jo itna mota aur lumba lund uske bur me ghusa tha. Mai apna lund uski choot me ghusa kar chup chap para tha. Sweta ki choot pharak rahee thee aur andar hi andar mere laure ko masal rahee thee. Uski uthi uthi chunchean kafi tezi se upar neeche ho rahe thee. Maine hath barha kar dono. There was no way it was possible. No possible way. And yet there was no mistaking what she had heard. Strangely, she wasn’t upset. In fact, she felt a series of flutters pulsing through her body and ending in her navel. This was beyond comprehension. Sitting on the ground, hardly breathing, she had a sudden compulsion to enter the bathroom and see just how much he cared. But this, of course, was not something that could be taken lightly. This could be a thing that ruined friendships. Bridget. As he relentlessly fucked my throat like a piston in a race car, he then spread my ass cheeks, and began to finger my tight asshole. I was moaning and his cock was cover in saliva. I scooped some off his balls and applied it to my asshole for lubrication. “That’s a good little cock bitch. Get yourself ready for me!” He then shoved his cock one last time then pulled out of my throat. Smacked my ass till my cheeks were tender and red. Gave my balls one last squeeze and then ordered me to ride his. Her shoulder length blonde hair was hanging down over her shoulders. Karen was about five foot eight inches tall and about a six 10 waist, very sexy, how sexy she was, I was about to find out. Karen showed me around the three bedroom unit that had a huge swimming pool in it and a sunken bath. I followed Karen down the hall way and into the bedrooms. Being the type of guy I am, I asked Karen is this were you do your best work. Karen looked at me and smiled. Karen said you never know and looked.