Obeying his mother as always, Markus thrust his tongue in and out of his mom's pussy faster and faster. He could feel her nails digging deeper and dee...per into his scalp. Joanna, after a few more thrusts from her son's tongue, threw her head back and let out a long, drawn-out wail as she came all over her son's handsome face. When his mother finally loosened her grip on his head, Markus slowly lifted his head once and for all away from his mother's cunny, her hot, sweet-tasting come dripping. ‘I think we both need a break.’ ‘Hi Dave, how are you?’ she asked, leaning back in her chair and crossing her legs. The movement caused her tight mini-skirt to slip high up her legs, exposing a large portion of her shapely thighs. ‘Not bad. Are you ready for the exam tomorrow?’ ‘No, and I really hate cramming,’ she stated, ‘I’ve been waiting for you to ask me out since the first day of class. I know you’ve been interested, what with the way you try peek up my skirts during class.’ ‘Opps, caught. Phir raat ko bhabhi mere kamre mein aaye aur mujhse boli “raj aaj main teri biwi hoon aur mujhe aaj anita keh kar baat karna jaise tere bhaiya karte hai aur haaq se karna darna nahin “main bola “anita darling mere lunda ko chuso “woh boliSwami apka hookum sa akhe par aur woh aapne sare kapde kholkar mere lungi khol kar mujhe bed par sulakar mere lunda ko muh men lekar boli “wah kya cheez hai tumhara to lekar maza aya gaya “phir karib 15 minute chusne ke baad boli “swami ab kya mere chut par. Com’on, blow! That’s better. See? You really CAN behave if you try. And you know I don’t like to have to punish you. I only do it for your own good. I’d much rather pet your hair and tell you what a good little boy you are. Oh, that reminds me. I stopped on my way home from the office and bought you a present today. Go fetch me my purse – the Coach bag, not the blue one. And don’t drool on the handle. It darkens the leather. Good boy. Oh, my! You left teeth marks in it. Well – I guess they’ll.