Wo boli – Tum ho ! Aao baitho !!Aur andar le jakar baithaya boli kuch loge?.Main bola – Jo aap de!Wo anar ka juice layi aur thodi idhar udhar ki b...aat ki , aur boli achcha chalo andar chalen…Andar jakar usne mujhse pucha ki pahle kabhi kiya h ye sab?Maine kaha – nahin.Usne kaha – Koi Baat nahi sikh jaoge dheere dheere !!Aur boli Chalo apna land dikhao kholkar – Mujhe bahut hi sharm aa rahi thi .Wo boli itna sharmaoge – Aur usne meri pant ki chain kholi aur mere land ko bahar nikal liya .Aur boli. I smiled that warm sensation started to build up between my legs.I stripped off and put the lingerie back in the bag, pulling the next bag close to me. The next bag was a bustier with fitted clips for the stockings. I was a sheer black with leopard print, again thin one had pink trim, It came with a matching thong. I took a pair of fishnet stocking to pair up with it.I looked in the mirror, my pussy juicing up even more. I looked fucking hot and so wanted to touch myself. It took quite a bit of. Both of them were as naked as I had ever wanted in my dreams and both were fixated on my cock. If it never got any better than this, I would be content.But then it got better.Julie pulled Ana's chin down and pushed her mouth over the head of my dick. So nice. Then she started jacking me into Ana's mouth. Even nicer. Then she began licking the shaft and balls. Nicer still.Hey! I'm just a kid. I can't last as long as a porn star. It had already been a couple of minutes. How long is a guy supposed. But, it is different. A new type of pain, something i have not experienced before. The pain without the pressure had a pleasantness to it, for it was part of womanhood, and i embraced it. This was different, not part of what a woman would feel, not part of the whip with which You own me, and i find i don't like it.i do not move away from Your hands, just moan as You push and prod. my displeasure shows on my face, i make no attempt to hide it. You hate that. Some think a 'good slave' will push.