Muje meri story ke liye bahot sare mail Aaye khas kar gujrati femal ke jyada mail Aaye our unmese kai femal ne kaha ki yaar hum guju hai to gujrati me... story kahona to dosto un sab femal friend ke liye me Aapni story gujarati me likh raha hu, Dosto vese to Aap muje jante hi he mera nam Sunil Patel from SURAT our mera mail edress he Aab age ki story gujarati ma Dosto mari mami nu nam che Sarada ye khub sundar ane bharav dar bandha vadi Stri che teni umar mara karta 5 year moti che teni figar. He kept lapping at my pussy and pulsing his tongue on my clit. It felt even more incredible than before. My words were incoherent and my moans of pleasure were louder. It was building again. I could feel my orgasm cumming again and it was going to be harder than before. Higher and harder, and I moaned and squeezed his fingers hard and it came over me hard. God, I was cumming again. My body jerking and my pussy jerking and practically screaming as I squirmed around with him holding me down. Fuck. My cock was dripping with pre-cum in my jeans as I watched on from the shadows, taking in the details. She looked like a common slut, except for her perfect, youthful face and eyes, which were far more innocent. The stud suddenly quickened his pace as he drove up into her and I saw his cock piston into her soaking pussy. He began grunting and grabbed her hips as her legs almost gave way. He stopped her from falling as he impaled her deeper and she began whimpering desperately as his cock. I value your friendship and hers, and you don't plot against your friends, even with the best of intentions, Ok?"Penny turned serious, thinking, then nodded. "Yeah, I guess you're right. We wouldn't be very respectful if we didn't think she could make her own decisions, would we?" OK! See you about seven tomorrow night!" she cried as she skipped across the clearing toward the woods.Sarah was smiling when she and Penny showed up at my door the next evening."My daughter says you need to fill me.