Kyoki gaand ke ched par koi dana toh hota nahi jo ladkiyo ko stimulate kare . isliye unke hisse mai sirf dard hi aata hai, halanki yeh bhi sach hai ki... ek baar jab ki ko gaand dene ki aadat pad jaye toh who bina diye nahi reh sakti.use choot ke bajaye gaand hi bahne lagti hai.Par masla rinki ko raajji karne ka tha. mai janta tha ki agar mai usse pyar se kahuga toh ek baar woh mana nahi karegi par ek baar main kahan baat banne wali thi. Jab tak uski gaand ka ched poora rawa nahi ho jata tab tak. My heart sank.Had this been a conspiracy by my lady to genuinely humiliate me beyond mywildest nightmares?Her dress certainly appeared to indicate this. I could see that she still hadher robe on, but noticed the heels of her boots. They were her "dominant"boots that I knew were thigh high. Although I couldn't be certain, I suspectedthat she had a black leather corset on under the robe and it had stockingsattached. Whether she wore panties depended on her mood. From experience, Ipreferred it. She had amazing skills too. I know that she was considered my sister, but we weren't blood related, so it was a loophole I was more than willing to use to the end. After blowing him for what seemed like 10 minutes, she took her pants off and he bent her over and started fucking her......not in her pussy, but in her ass. I was amazed! I never knew a girl like her could be such a freak! The next day, I talked to her and told her that I saw her and her boyfriend. Embarresd as all hell, she wanted. His thumbs rubbed across my nipples, sending delight shooting down to my pussy. He played with my nipple ring, twisting my right nub, making me groan louder and louder.I yowled and purred as I drank in the rapture. I slid up and down his cock, impaling my cunt over and over on his dick. He stabbed so deep into me. So wonderfully deep. My pussy ached every time I took him.“Oh, yes, Bakiir,” I growled. “Oh, you are such a warrior. Such a brawny man. You are so impressive. Never have I seen a man.