”“Good girl, have you been taking care of yourself.” I know what he means, but I would like to see where this will go.“Yes Sir, I’m eating w...ell and have been running every day.”“Well those are certainly good to know, but that’s not what I asked you.”“Sir?”“Baby girl, are you taking care of MY pussy? Are you keeping her happy?”“No Sir, you do did not give me permission to do so.”“I did not command you not to either baby girl.”“What would you like me to do Sir?”“I want you to make her happy, I. Their thrustings slowed and stopped and gradually each eased her cock from me. The hem of my dress fell to cover me but Ivanova did not allow me to fall, holding me tight to her. She kissed me lightly, smiling, then led me back to the chair into which I gratefully sank again. I was able now, as I recovered, to look properly at Mira. I had been wrong in thinking her sari like attire was a dress, for the skirt of it had been removed and although her top half was as before, less the shawl, she. I started fucking her with long thrusts and she wrapped her legs around me, "YES!"I hit the back of her pussy and then felt the magic in me and her magic as it seemed to come alive. It surrounded us and surged back and forth through us as I continued to fuck her. Her tight pussy kept grasping and spasming around my cock as I buried it. I humped and pressed and jabbed as I felt something inside her give.Goslyn was wailing as I went back to fucking her slowly with deep thrusts. She clutched me. He didn’t say anything, just looked into my eyes, his hunger apparent. I felt him feel around my waist before my jeans were unceremoniously pushed downwards, my briefs still intact. My cock had been pressed to the side in the mash of our bodies earlier, and there was a visible stain of precum against the white cotton where the head pushed outwards.The bulge of my aching erection looked bigger than usual, something I began to realize was a trend as of late. Paul finally looked down at it, his.