Hum dono 1 dusre ko chaatney lagey.Uskey muu se aaah uuuhhhh aaaaaaahh…Bayooo lakhu mya(meaning fuck me bro in kashmiri)..Uski awaz muje zyada hi ma...dhosh karne lagi.Itne mai maine uska frock nikala aur uski nipples choosney laga.Wo ab aur b gehri awazein karne kagi.Maine apna 1 haath uski choot mai daala aur wo machalne lagi..Wo kehne lagi”Bayooo vuch panini billu hund goodh kotah garm chu,faatnaav yi.(meaning baya dekh teri billu ki choot kitni garm hai.Faad de isko).Main usko bada betaab. I was entranced by my own reflection and put on the dress she handed mewithout breaking my concentration. She tied a frilly apron around mywaist and a cap to my head and stood back."Well curtsy and say thank you to your Mistress," she instructed.I daintily took the flared hem of my dress and curtsied to myself in themirror then when I was about to speak she said, "Curtsy to me notyourself you narcissistic bitch and speak with a soft French accent." Shelooked at me expectantly and said in a. "I see that idea turns you on." Sandy murmured as she grabbed my erect member and prepared herself to straddle me.She placed my bulbous head to her slit and coated it with our combined juices, lowered herself down and started riding my dick. She wiggled back and forth with my dick buried to the hilt into her moist opening. I knew she was getting close when she leaned forward and started slamming her pussy up and down on my turgid organ. I reached my arms around and pressed down on the small of. Then lower my face and lick it off, while he drives down the middle of the Interstate. Mitch has to concentrate on driving, and my oral attention is making it difficult to do. He glances across at my legs sticking out from under my dress, desperately wanting to feel the wetness with his fingers. While I suck him in earnest, he reaches over and pulls up my dress so he can slip his hand between my legs. When his fingers found my sex, I am dripping wet. He orders, “Take off your dress!” I am.