Kheir mast chodta h re tu.Mein- abhi to jalwa baki h janeman.. .. Mne speed bda di seema bhi chudne m mast ho gyi uska pani chutne k baad awaz bd gyi ...thi.Bhabhi-waaah raja uuummmm.. Aah.. Aah..Aah.. Ohhhh… Uummhh… Wowww….Mein- mza aa rha h kya janeman.Bhabhi-haiiii m to teri gulam ho gyi aaj se. .Fir m thodi der ruka jhuk k bobon k mze liye.Fir seema ki dono tange khandhe p rkhi or uspr jhuk gya.Wo ukdu si ho gyi. Bhabhi-y kya ..Jaan lega meri. Mein-ab tum swarg ki sair krna. . .Fir m ne dhire. He yelped at the suddenness of her action and his inner muscles clenched around the object in his ass causing him unbelievable pleasure. “I am your little cock loving, dirty bitch Mistress,” he moaned moving faster. He felt his whole body shaking as the toy kept hitting his pleasure point. He wanted to cum so badly, his balls were full of cum to the point of pain and his cock was red and unbelievably hot, twitching every time he moved up and down. He didn’t know if he could keep it in much. Getting up myself, she lied down on her back and bending her knees spread her legs wide offering me a delicious sight of her. I wanted to lay my body upon hers, feel my flesh on hers, to kiss her yummy lips as our boobs rubbed against each others. However, my raging lust demanded that I immediately crawl between her legs and being a slave to my passions that's what I did.Dropping to all fours, Maria hooked an arm underneath her ample bosom corralling her breasts and craned her neck over the. " I responded by impulse. She didn't really care, I was sure. "You don't sound thrilled about it. Is it not what you wanted to be when you grew up?" she reached into her purse, producing a cigarette. "Is it okay if I smoke?" It's fine... smoking and the job. I have a graphic arts degree, but jobs are hard to find. Roger's keeps me fed and under a roof." I get the feeling you've had a hard time of things, Mike. Nice guys finish last, and that sort, am I right? No girlfriend, no real family, no.