An eager smile graced her lush, red lips. One hand was in her hair, the other on her hip, and her large breasts were thrust forward, topped by fat nip...ples. My eyes followed the curve of her side down to her hips, to the brown hair that adorned her pussy, and peaking through the mat of hair were the thick lips of her pussy, engorged with passion."Welcome home, honey," she purred like a kitten.I whistled; my cock became iron. "You look amazing, cutiepie!"Her smile turned pleased. I dropped my. You might even get a reward."She speaks softly and it seems impossible not to acquiesce. The issue of whether or not she is pregnant doesn't seem to matter. I bend my lips to her. My tongue extends. What will this taste like? I have never done this before, ever. Never quite like this. I touch. My tongue catches the head of the little stream and sweeps it up, driving it back towards her glistening vagina.Gwenda lets out a low growl of satisfaction."Now swallow! If I am going to have your sperm. Ami tarpor amar ras laga hath ta ke diye Nilanjanar mayee duto chotke dilam aar ekta angul Nilanjanar mukhe dilam. Nilanjana jeev bar kore tar guuder raser taste ta nilo. Amar laura ta abar theke khara hote laglo. Ami eibar uthe Nilanjana ke sofa te bhalo kore shoeye diye tar khola payeer mahkhane boshlam aar Nilanjanar hath ta ke dhore amar khara laurar oopore rekhe dilam. Nilanjana amar laura ta ke hathe niye tate hath bolate laglo aar ami Nilanjanar mayee duto duhathe dhore tipte aar. "Okay, okay, stop! You win! Please! Stop! No more! I'll wear thediapers! Did you hear me? I said I'll wear whatever you want? You candiaper me! Okay. Jesus. Stop!"Matt wasn't sure how many times she had hit him? Five? Six? Ten wasthe rough count. He would have worn the diapers at five, he was alreadybegging at five. He had never felt stinging like that. His bottom wason fire and still was as he rose and ran his hands over his cheeks. Hefelt the warm tears fall down his.