Main – Aah, Mar gayi. Haye re jalim. Aaram se dalna tha. Oh. Mar gayi.Aslam – Kya hua randi ab to bheekh mang rahi thi. Ab kya hua thandi pad gayi... teri garmi chinal kutiya?Main – Nahi. Miya ji tumne ek hi bar mein dal diya na isiliye bhut jor se dard hua.Aslam – Ab to tu iski adat dal le. Aise dard tujhe roz hoga ab.Main – Haaye tum to mujhe randi bana doge.Aslam – Ha tu hai lekin sirf meri randi hai.Main – Ha main sirf tumhari randi hu. Oh, chodo mujhe har roj.Aslam – Ha tujhe har roz. I pounded her ass for two minutes, enjoying the sights and sounds she made making. I stopped and rested my now solid cock straining to be free of its constraints in my pants against her ass cheeks. I leaned forward and grabbed her tits and squeezed them, running my hands down her body, flicking her pants down a bit to see she was wearing black lacy knickers.Before I could lower her pants any further or do anything else, I heard doors opening on the other side of the wall... someone is coming. I guess it kind of was. I should really take some pictures of it sometime and put it on my web-site. Let me know if you want to see that by the way!` The washing line with all my work gear on that is.So I hung the washing out, rushed around and left our pretty house in the Romsley area of the West Midlands, to head to work, which is in Shirley (I've been reading a lot of Anne Murray books recently, she mentions Birmingham a lot in her romance novels, so I thought I would mention them in my. ’ I lay on top of her sucking on her perfect nipples as I run my cock up and down her pussy, to tease her just a little more, then I finally push, it’s a wonder that I didn’t come right there. So tight and so wet. From the first few strokes, she was creaming all over my cock, so I sped it up. Every stroke, every moan, it was like a d**g I’d never experienced. d**g I’d do anything for. I pulled my cock out of her and started eating her pussy to last longer. I licked, sucked, and spit on her.