Meri post personal secretory hey par ye bus naam ki hey. Actually may director ke kept matlab rakhel hu. Aur kabhi kabhi unke clint ko bhi khush karti... hu.Actully muzhe mere director ne hi ladki se aurat banaya hey wo bhi teenage may.Me apni puri life yaha share karni wali hu.Pahale may apne bare may batati hu.May5.4 ft height.36 28 36 figure savla rang.Matin ji jo mere ache friend ke uncal hey.Unki or meri pahachan school days may hi hue thi.Me mere friend ke ghar study karne jati thi tab matin. It was so embarrassing. I covered my nipples lolz.. It barely covered my boobs. But I felt like I’m not following Indian trend. I know Raghu like Indian things. I got an idea. I opened the bag and took the waist chain and wore it. Indian style. Ha ha… Then I wore a shorts and tee and went to the beach. I can see Raghu and her lying on the blanket and talking and laughing. From far away I can see Raghu seeing her boobies and hot body. I called Raghu. He turned and smiled and turned his head in. And speaking of YOU, my darling Master, YOU were having the time of YOUR life. Watching your very own slave girl get punished by other men and at the same time having your cock, balls and mouth fucked and sucked by two gorgeous, size 2, HUGE breasted women. You came violently as the men took me by force. The women took turns sucking up all your juices until you thought that you had died and gone to heaven.Now it was time for each of the women to get their turn. One of the beauties would now. I heard the wet sloshing of my sodden crouch and felt my own juices cooling as it running down the inside of my thigh. I was close to orgasm. A sudden hard slap on my buttocks caught me by surprise; the sharp stinging pain ricocheted though my lower body hastening my orgasm and left me screaming into the bed sheets. I lay bent in half quivering; the plastic cock pulled from me leaving a void within me. There was relief for a moment as a tongue licked my sore pussy clean, but again the plastic.