The "Moving foot" stage (point #3) would speed up when I got confident enough to use more NP force.It needed practice. For example, the amount of weig...ht each foot had on it differed by quite a lot, depending on how far the previous step had been as that controlled my weight distribution. I had to develop the mental reflexes so that when the previous sliding push had gone a different distance than normal, I automatically and quickly adjusted the force and angle of the next foot's push. It had to. She liked the feeling of the cool leather against her palm, closed her eyes and rubbed again, nodding. She moved her knees slightly. Riding side-saddle always made her ass sore but with the apron on, it was easier than trying to straddle Caramel's big back."Yaaah!" she yelled, flicking her wrist and smacking the tip of the horsewhip against Hercules' flanks. The big Shire started galloping again. Tiffany nudged Caramel with her heels and she sped up too, working hard to keep up with the big. I plunged down her gullet. My sister swallowed me with skill. She took every inch of my cock with such ease.My nuts smacked into her chin. I groaned, loving the thudding impact while my sister's throat constricted about my shaft. She massaged my cock as I drew it back, the crown popping into the warm depths of her mouth. Her tongue caressed it, shooting pleasure down to my balls, before I thrust into her again.“Ooh, I'm going to flood your cunt with so much cum, Kora,” Ava moaned through her. I narrate my story in our national language. This story is about my bhabhi. Her name is Ranjan. She is 38 with wheatish colour, 5’3in height. Having qatilana figure of 36/30/36 agar eik taraf unkay ubhaar (breast) qyamqt thay to doosri taraf unki gaand barey barey logo ko apni toba torney par majboor kar sakti thi.phir bhala mein kia cheez tha jo un say door nikal pata.mein bas kisi chance ka muntazir tha. Meri bua ki tabiyat aksar kharab rahti thi to wo apni ladki k ghar doctor ko dikhane.