Unone thodi der me bat man li aur mene unke sare kapde utar die bas bra aur panty nhi utari . Aur mene apne shorts tak utar die aab mera land to salam...i de rha tha . Unke boobs bhoth bde nhi the prr chusne prr unme se dudh ata tha abhi bhi mene thodi der dudh pia aur bas fir unki pink panty ko side me kia aur bas land gussa dia mene unko missionary postion me kai der choda unone ne bdi pyari awaze nikaliAwww… ahhh… chodo…. pls meri choot ko fad do…. garam garam choot me garam garam loda dekr. Which is no problem, always good to see a familiar face. It was about a week into my vacation that I ran into him and we started to hang out. I was a bit curious, even though he wasn't Casanova, he always got the girls. I had heard this was because he was hung like a horse. What was further intriguing was that I had heard from an acquaintance that he even let curious guys whose girls wanted to see their guys suck a big cock blow him, sort of a cuckolding thing going. Well that would all come to. He smacked me again.“Owww, stop!” I cried.“What’s that baby?” He asked as he smacked me again. My hand came up and tried to cover myself, but he grabbed my wrist and put me into a soft arm lock. His other hand stayed on my ass and slipped down to finger my pussy deeply. I was so wet it sunk all the way in.“You want me stop? You want to go home?”I shook my head and he let my wrist go and I put it back on the hood. He grabbed my hip to hold me in place.“Good girl,” He said and smacked my ass. "Are you guys any good at making coffee? I mean, I can rarely find a man who can do that well," said the one they had heard referred to as Nona.This time, Aaron spoke. "Believe me, with this coffee system they have in each of the units, you can guarantee good results without having to break one of the primary man rules." Man rules?" asked the third and as yet unidentified lady."Yeah, 'never read the instructions first, '" answered Aaron, prompting all six of them to laugh. As the ladies.