Aur zor se aese ho ek hi shot me loda andar de mara. Aur me rone laga. 9” ka bada loda. . .meri gand ki ma fad di. . Aur madarchod ne dhakke nahi di...ye. Salae ne loda andar hi rakha gand me. . . . Me zatpatane laga. Mene khaa madarfad, bahar nikal loda. Yad rakhana me chhoddunga nahi. . . Benchod. Nikaaaaaaaaaaaaalll! Harpla ne gand pe do thappad mari aur bola “harami madarchod. .randia dhamkiya nahi deti. !” Mohit ne mere chahere ke aage aake bola “aaj tuje sabak mile. ” aur jad di mere chahere. I didn?t want tostop sucking him, but he was hurting and in the end I had to cry out. ?Arghhh, please, Master, no.? ?You don?t want to be my toy? Ok,I?ll leave you alone. After all, I?m not the one in trouble. What do you thinkMiss Samantha will say if I tell her you made me stop?? He was right, it was my place toentertain him, Miss Samantha had said he could play with me, and I wasn?twilling. ?I?m sorry, Sir, please, playwith me, I am yours to do with as you wish.? It hadn?t always been that. ThenI understood that she was pulling the seat of her outfit up between herbuttocks, which translated to me as having my face buried in her ass. Itwas smothering and I was filled with scents of earthiness and freshperspiration."Poor baby," she said with a slightly mocking tone. "Maybe I should giveyou a rest. I could just... sit down."I was helplessly rushing downward as she plumped her bottom onto what Iguessed was the couch across from me. I was flattened against her ass,pulled tight. She started grinding her ass over his dick as his hands went to back and he pulled her closer.She gave in to the embrace and lay on top of him continuing her back and forth grinding. Her tender nipples poking against the cotton of his shirt. This is all she ever wanted, everything she ever dreamt of and more. She bit his lower lip and clenched his hair. She could feel her wetness spread outwards just like her emotions. Happiness, ecstasy, joy, bliss and wonder all at once.She stopped her.