Bra na ghaatlyaane blouse purnapane olaa zaalela ani aatle doonhi stana spashtapane disat hote.Maaza swataachach evdha taathla tyaat beecharya Sundarc...hi kay avsthaa.To dole faadun faasun baghat rahilaa.tyachya sotaa taanlela spashta disat hotaa.aai ajun vaaku vaakun tyaala adhikach galle daakhvat hoti.Shevti vhayche tech zaale .Sundarcha tol dhaasalla ani to pudhe houn aaiche gole daaboo laaglaa.Aai tyaala pratikaar karun “arre he kaay kartoyes mhanaali!!!” Paan tyaane kaahi eikle naahi.Mi. .so good...”She knew exactly what to do with me the saucy experienced bitch. Manipulating me around, so she could lick out my arsehole. If I thought her pussy work was divine her butt crack work was bliss. Her tongue just slotting into my tight pink starfish perfectly. Tongue and arsehole made for each other. I was in the enjoyment zone and expressed my happiness with : “Orrgh yeah...that is heaven...please , please more” and she did, her tongue circling my rim and her fingers gaping my back. "Amber said, "Get it through your thick head – you're going to be having sex for money. That will make you a whore. Andrew has given you a chance to make the choice. Fuck him and become a whore or leave and return to being a good Catholic girl."If you stay, the real question is whether you are going to be a smart whore or a stupid whore. I'm a smart whore. Bambi is a smart whore. You? I don't know yet." Why do you say you two are smart whores?" Cat asked.Amber said, "I'm working on my plan for. You want to see your baby-doll be fucked by another man don't you?" I nod, "yes". "Well, tell me Ricco. I want to hear you say it -- whisper it in my ear while I look at my husband on the dance floor with Vicki." I whisper to her, "Yes." "Oh come now, I want to hear you say it, Ricco. Tell me that you'd like to see Vicki fucked. Tell me what you really want in your fantasy, honey." I lean over while she's looking at my wife and her husband and whisper in her ear, "Yes, that is my fantasy. I.