Dekhi or pagal si ho gai apne boobs dabne lagi chood maslne lagi fir mere lund ko muh me liya or meri aawaj nikal ne lagi aahhh meneUska sir pakd k aa...ge piche krne laga or b ache se chushaya andr bahr kreke 10 12 min tk kiya or mera uske muh me hi nikal gya or pura p gai kyoki usne mve dekhi thi ab mene usse kaha chair pe bet jao to wo bet gai menIsliye chair pe bitaya taki me use chodu to hill dull na paye or aaram se ho jeye fir mene kaha apni tange chori kro to usne kr li mene uski chood. First I had to find a break in the shrubs and had to move behind them very slowly to keep from making any noise. My first stroke of luck was the fact that one of the pedestals around the vents leading under the house was directly beneath Beverly's window. The other lucky break was that the windows were low enough that when I stood on the pedestal, I could see directly into her room through the two-inch space at the bottom of the blinds.It was very dark outside, so I knew if I stayed back far. “I fucking own that too.” The heat rushes through me and I’m unable to hold back. Instinctively my back arches and I wedge the stiletto in deep as your cock drives me into my long-awaited climax. It releases something primal and not at all pretty, and I hear myself crying out, loud and unrestrained. Every involuntary spasm nearly pushes you out before sucking you back in. You stare down at my flushed face. “Look at me, Babydoll.” My eyes open and I see you the way I saw you that night at. But not now; I have discovered that I love sex. I love to fuck, pure and simple. I do like you. I don't love you. What's different about you is I want to have sex with you again and again. I don't intend to discard you as I have the others; and in that context you're different. And while I'm at it I might as well yell you this: Leslie is also my lover and has been for two months. We planned your seduction... the phone call... the thing at the window... all of it was planned. I owe you an.