Esliye hame log sleeping bus me ja rahe the hamara bed upar thae or hame chadane ke liye meri maa or mere papa aye or ratko 10 baje bus chal padi or m...eje to mery bhabhi ko busme hi chodna tha to meme uske bache ko khidke ke pass sulaya or mery bhabhi ko uske baju me or me last me so gaya fir uska beta jab so gaya to hum bate karne lage mene usko bola ki bhabhi aap yitni khubsurat kyu ho to usne bola ki gujrati ourat khubsurat hi hoti he fir mene kaha or or san ourat ki gand badi hi hoti he. to. That wasn't good enough for him."Tell me you love it. Tell me you want me to fuck you." Oh god, I love it," I panted. "Keep fucking me. Fuck me harder. Ooooohhhh, fuck yes."He was giving my ass a good hammering and I loved it. He had been fucking me nonstop for about 10 minutes and my ass was getting raw, but I didn't care. Tom's breathing was a bit labored, but not the kind that signaled an approaching orgasm."I'm getting tired," he informed me. "Time for you to do the work."He pulled out of. Moving slightly to one side, she reached for the ice box that she’d placed beside them before moving the table. Taking off the lid, she delved inside and pulled out two ice cubes, handing them to Simon. ‘Push these in my ass, please Simon. I want to feel the cold in contrast to the heat that's in my pussy thanks to your huge cock.’ Simon took the ice cubes from her and mentally moved up one more notch on the big cock ladder. Ice in place, Mandy gathered pace. ‘That feels so good,’ she cried,. My breasts looked so sexy illuminated by candle light as they floated in my bath. I would slowly massage the bath oils into them. Only I knew how to do this right, to achieve the maximum ecstasy my breasts could give me with the proper massage. As I replayed the story from last night’s read in my mind, my hands reached down to my labia. My fingers knew the route I liked them to take, slowly circling my lips with slow increasing pressure, mmmmmh. Picking up the bar of bath soap, I would slip it.