Ab madam ne meri shirt khpli or pant bhi me madam ka saman kawal underwear me tha . Ab mena madam ka peticot or bouse khol diya . Wah !!! Madam ko ais...a dekh kar maza aa gaya unka boobs jaisa bol raha ho mujhe chooso or mena unki baat mana li or madam ki bra nikal thi . Me pheli baar kisi aurat ko topless thak raha tha or unka boobs kya mast tha aisa lag rah tha poora doodh se bara hua hia or una upper pink nipple sona pe suhaga thi . Ab mena apni underwear kholi or apna 7 inch ka tool sidhe. .” her words dried.“Sorry,” he muttered, withdrawing his juice-coated penis and lying on his side, one arm across her belly.“Sorry? What for?” She kissed him, pressed her body against his. “You’re wonderful.”“I am?” He cupped her damp mound. “But it was so quick. I wanted it to last forever but… well, it was so good, so intense, I couldn’t— ”“Shush.” She put a finger to his lips. “I came, too, you know. It was the same for me.” She kissed him again, lips parting. Her pulse raced and lusty fires. I unexpectedly encountered Rulenska on her return home from a stag hunt. She was dressed in a fetching riding ensemble; breeches so tightly cut her femininity was clearly delineated, and a figure flattering riding jacket, although her figure did not need a deal of flattering as it was already superb. She wore a low crowned hat, held on her head by a silk scarf tied under her chin. Highly polished, black riding boots, that emphasised her shapely legs, completed the outfit.She came through the. I saw his blue boxers then reached in to help myself.“You naughty boy. You are getting a hard on . What do you want me to do with this”. I gently held his prick with my soft girly hands. It was boning fast. I asked him to pull over to a rest area as I held him and rubbed his spongy crown. He has the crown. I am his Princess. "Mike park over there away from the other cars. NO lights too." I wanted to blow him and feel him harden totally in.