To thoda mana karne ke baad wo maan gayi aur boli usse se zyada kuch nahi aur kisiko mat batana isskee bare me.meine kaha thik he. to wo dusari room m...e gayi aur wo pahen ke aa gayi tab wo kya lag rahi thi yaar kya batau aap ko. uski figuer to 34-26-36 thi. jaise hi wo aayi me to dekhta rah gaya aur achanak mujhe kya hua me utha aur uske lips par mere lips chadha diye aur usse fench kiss karne laga. me janta tha ki wo mujhe pahele se hi pyar karti he issliye usne koi resist nahi kiya aur chup. . All the while I'm reaching down to squeeze her massive swinging white breasts, my GOD!! I want to fuck her face hard, smashing her throat until that thick saliva runs all over her tits, dripping from her rock solid nipples down to her anxiously waiting pussy lips.. Craving me, begging for me to stretch her tight walls and fill her womb with my strong cock. I call her my dirty little slut, this bitch belongs to me. But she knows the harsh words are only a form of admiration, I know she is. At the end I added that birth control pills would be coming out in a few years and after a great struggle."You have quite a repertoire of ideas to keep a woman satisfied. Many women would not like some of your ideas. How many of them have you used on my daughter?" If we have a chat with my doctor you will find that not only am I a boy but I am also slow at developing. I don't even have one dark hair. I hope to get at least one in the next year. The year after that should be when puberty hits. He wanted to help her with it. He smacked her ass again. And again and again. Hard and fast. Each time she responded with a high pitched wince. He ran his fingers over the red skin, feeling it exude heat. In the silence she couldn't hide a sniffle. “Don't hold it in,” he whispered to her. “Crying is not a sign of weakness.” He spanked her again, hearing her cracking voice call out. He smacked her some more, slowly but still hard. He stopped and knelt down behind her. He listened to her cry as.