.her head, my hips, my cock, all seductively dancing and grooving together. The squishing sound it made was so frickin sexy. I slipped out of her thro...at."Fuck that's hot," she said. "Give me a minute of that, ok baby? Pure silence." Just that sound?" Just that sound."Back into our throat fucking sway, we squished and squished, gooey saliva slipping and sliding. It was so.fucking.hot. I was so turned on that I lifted her legs up and over her stomach. Ananya's head still dangled over the bed's. She, Francine, wanted to be the most wretched, the most despised. She wanted to be right at the bottom of the heap. She deliberately stumbled and allowed the parasol almost, though not quite, to fail to shade her Mistress. The whip struck her hard on the rump, several times, making her shriek. She felt that her own position as the lowliest of the low had been regained - for a time.Francine began to feel so thirsty that she began to pray for water - even a drop - to ease her agony, but the Lady. As my wife and saali wear same size so they do share clothes often. Once they got ready; I was unaware that my saali is wearing my wife dress; so when I entered the room I saw her from behind and I though it’s my wife; so I spanked on bums and told what a sexy ass. Suddenly my saali turned back and I was in shock; but there itself my wife came out from bathroom and asked us what happened; we said nothing and asked her to be ready fast.That was the fist time when I touched my saali’s ass by. .. you wash her a lot, don' chew?"Ron's gut tightened. He looked at her. Another new oddity. Her right leg was folded up, her little foot in the thick white sock flat on the cushion, her knee was slightly wagging back and forth. "Pardon me?"Jean stopped her leg not even sure why it had started moving. "Nothin'." She took a deep breath, then stood up. "I'm goin' ta bed." The glass slipped out of her hand, it didn't break just bounced on the carpet, and tossed its five ice cubes out. "Fuck." She.