The rest of the two guys were also prolonging the conversation so that they could get a good view of her creamy white thighs. She too was playing alon...g. After some 6-7 minute conversation, they told her it was some two blocks away. As she walked like a randi, all the men ogled at her properly, looking at her big gaand and jugs. Finally after about 15 mins, she came back and rang the bell. I opened the door and exclaimed “mukta!! Hi good to see you.” She has a typical south Indian accent. She. “Fucking uncle Jack before dad died was not right either,” I replied.Look baby, your dad was sick a long time and I have needs too,” she replied.“Well, like you, I have needs and what I need right now is for you to come over here and suck my cock,” I said.“Baby please no, it is not right,” she said.“Right or wrong you are going to suck my cock,” I said. “Now get over here.”She slowly moved toward me and got on the bed and took my cock in her mouth. And what a hot wet mouth it was. It felt. My heart pounding, I reached forward and pulled down her panties, revealing the blunt, flesh-coloured end of the butt-plug that had been stuffed inside my new wife's asshole since early that morning. The knowledge that this wicked toy had been stretching her ring throughout the ceremony and the reception afterward had been exquisite torture all day long.I knelt behind her and, one hand on her hips to hold her in place, I slowly withdrew the plug - four thick, stubby inches of phallic plastic. She lowered her hot pussy onto Emma's face so that her tongue could explore the inner reaches of her dripping sex.Juan's rhythm faltered and he grunted loudly, stopping as he shot his seed into Emma, then slowly picked up the rhythm again to pound away frantically, impregnating her as deeply as possible while Emma tasted yet another brand new experience. He shook, shouting, stopping and starting in his rhythm as his strokes became almost punishing, milking himself to the last drop as he filled.