Sanju Bhai smiled down at me and ran his fingers through my hair as I looked up at him expectantly. He took his shaft in his other hand and pushed for...ward. Eagerly, I let him push the tip of his cock between my parting lips. As the head slid past them, I ran my tongue all over it. I’d never felt anything in my mouth that was so perfect! He was stretching my jaws but I didn’t notice. The feel of his spongy head on my tongue was exquisite.The fluid dripping from him tasted better than anything. Tuo padre mi ha dato una mano a sistemare gli armadietti. - See, gli armadietti! Ma fammi il piacere, mamma. Tu sei nuda, papà c’ha i pantaloni ancora sbottonati…- Che acuta osservatrice! Beh, io e tuo padre ci amiamo tanto. E se qualche volta ci concediamo qualche eccesso peccaminoso, è del tutto normale. - Sto scherzando, mà… era solo uno scherzo. Che mi importa di quello che fate quando siete soli?- Oh cielo! – Carla rise nervosamente. – Ci sono cas**ta come una cretina. Dai, vai a sedere. My pussy grew even juicier. I squirmed beneath my robes, my excitement swelling. I flailed my tongue against her clit as I worked my fingers faster and faster in and out of her cunt. Her gasps and moans spurred me on. I had to please her. That made her happy.And I wanted to. The fear had transformed into weak desire, catalyzed by her praise, by the excitement of having no control. She could do anything to me because she had real power. What did I have?The power to get an innocent lamia. It was a well-founded fear. “Please….” I barely whispered. Looking back, it wasn’t the most brilliant thing I could have said. But that is what misunderstandings are made from. He slid his fingers up and down, along my portal, making my nipples grow to their fullest hardness, and my heart was racing. Still, I could not take my eyes from his dark gaze. His oily-sheened skin, the tone so dark light was reflecting from him as if he was obsidian. His sneering smile, the ugly scar running down his.