I began to whimper and moan at the same time, in both pleasure and pain. He pushed himself deeper, and slowly started to pound me. Picking up the pace... little by little, he kept thrusting into me, all the while keeping his hand on the end of the toy as to hold it in me.He kept thrusting harder and harder, his cock growing bigger and bigger, my yells getting louder and louder. I felt myself coming close to exploding with one of the best orgasms I’d ever experienced. “Shut up, slave, don’t make me. .Waise bhabhi bohut hee hot hai unnke exactly size paata nahi but unnke boobe bohut bade aur perfect size ke hai hai aur gand dekh kar toh mera haar baar khada hoo hee jata tha bhabhi ki age kareeb 35 hoogi but bilkul bhi doo bachon ki maa nahi laagti thi wo..Wo ek bilf(bhabhi I like to fuck) jaise hai..Toh main bhabhi ke saath unnke room main gaya wo saree main ulti hookar let gayi thi bed paar aur ac on kar diya tha main ne taaki bhabhi sensual hoojaye phir main bhabhi ki saree thodi upar ki. "I have homework to do, so that'll probably take up most of my time. Why? Was there something that you wanted to do?" She was naked, I just had to risk it, and so I replied "I can think of a few things." Her response was to scowl at me while simultaneously pulling the blanket over her. "So what do you want for dinner then?" Came my new question, when Christina scowled it was best to just drop the subject. For a minute she just laid there, her face scrunched up a little bit to show that she was. He’d prepared a Spanish omelet, one of the recipes his mother taught him. ‘Mom taught me,’ he explained, abashed by the fuss she was making. ‘She says it’s good for a man to know how to cook.’ ‘She’s right,’ his aunt agreed. She grinned at him. ‘Especially a man like you. Your wife will be too tired to get out of bed, much less cook.’ Tommy blushed furiously. ‘Ah…I guess I better call Sergeant Murtagh,’ he said, standing up. ‘I’ll get the dishes,’ Karen said. Tommy thought about what he ought.