Maine Skirt ke elastic me apni ungliyan daal kar unki taraf dekhi. Unki ankhen meri skirt se chipki hui thi. Wo utawle huye ja rahe the. Maine unhe ku...chh aur pareshan karne ki sochi. Maine unki taraf apni peeth kar li aur apni skirt ko dheere dheere neeche kar diya. Wo meri moti moti gand ko lalchai najron se dekh rahe the. Mai ab khade hokar apne badan ko music par thirakne lagi. Kuchh der baad mai dheere dheere samne ki or mudi. Meri nagn yoni ab unke samne thi. Wo ek tak meri kale silky. This has become my Thursday night, and this is the first stop.I'll leave here to go clean a guy's apartment–buck naked, and wearing what I call the "Butt Plug of the Week". I'll arrive, strip off, clean whichever plug he's set aside for me, let him insert it and then get to my cleaning. Last week I wore a horse tail butt plug that also could double as a flogger. I wonder what he has in mind for tonight.My time with him will last about an hour before I'm off to my third destination–where I will. She was ready for me, dripping wet, grabbing my ass, pulling me deeper into her. I began to fuck her, bending down to kiss her mouth, moving down to her breasts. She was gasping and grunting with every thrust. In a few minutes, she began to shake.“I’m coming, I’m coming”, she cried.I couldn’t believe she was cumming so fast.“I’m not done yet, I’m going to fuck you all afternoon. ” I responded.This seemed to turn her on even more and she let out this tiny scream and I could feel her pussy. A cymbal chimed and then was silent. Her foot came forward and then was still. A cymbal chimed. It was as if the motions of her dance were being drawn out to extend till eternity.Had she started her normal vigorous dance, Steven might have succeeded in remaining aloof as he thought about his doom. But the measured interruptions of silence drew his eyes to her. He looked at her feet and noted the delicate scratches they made in the dust as she beat their cadence. Her hips, swaying softly, moved.