4″ aur size b perfect tha jab b mai usko dhekata tha sirf usko chodne ka hi kayal aata tha morning me jab jaadu lagane woh jhukthi thi tho uska bade... bade bobs ka dharshan hota tha. Uske bobs dhekane ka chance kabi miss nahi karta tha pehale usko maalum nahi tha ki mai uska bobs dhek raha hoon lekin ek din usne muje dhek liya phir b ye silsila jari tha in fact uss din baad woh mera aur jyada kareeb ho gayi uska birthday ke din saari pehane ke aayi thi.Saari me ek dum patakha lag rahi thi mere. Tar cheharao opurbo. Se besh boro golar blouse pore, ghore thakle niche kokhonoi bra pore na. Dui buker suronger majkhane ekti choto til sobsomoy-e drissoman.Tar sharir achol beshirvag somoy-e shorirer ekpashe jhule thake. Ma jokhon gheme uthe sharir achol die buk moche, ta dekhle je karori pant vije jabe. Amader seleta tar-amar nanir sathe thake. Ar meyeta ghumoi tar dadir sathe. Amra shami-stri alada ek ghore. Barite amader ghortai sobche boro, sathe attached bathroom. Rat-a ghumabar age ami. I don’t know if it was for my benefit or to tease him, but it worked on both of us. Her full, red stained lips opened wide to engulf him. No gentle licks and playful sucks, she was getting down to business, quickly. She took all of him in one suck. He looked big from my vantage point, so it was an impressive feat to watch her throat swell the further his rigid pole explored. I have never heard a man make THAT sound before. It sounded like it was dredged all the way from his soul. Her cheeks. My legs were wide apart, my feet flat on the bed, and my back arched as I pulled my head way back and gurgled in pleasure. One hand was squeezing my breast while the other was pumping the hairbrush into my sopping wet gash as hard and fast as I could make it move.Well, I guess he just stood there gaping at me, watching that hairbrush pumping into my slit, and my heavy breasts jiggling and shaking.What I think was that with my head pulled back so far, from his angle he couldn't see my face..