”Her breathing became more rapid, and she mumbled something that I’m sure was, “I’m a filthy, fucking slut, Master.”She stood up and immedia...tely started working the dildo in and out of herself, bending her knees slightly to get a better angle. Her face remained red, and she didn’t want to look at me but glanced at me every once in a while.She was fighting two different impulses at the same time. On the one hand, her clit was only being touched intermittently, and only when she shoved the dildo. Nenu ventane na pant and shirt tisesanu .Thanu ventane kallu musukoni undipoindi ..Sir meeru emi chestunaru .Na legs massage cheyyi ani cheppi olive oil bottle echanu .Thanu oil na legs mida posi massage chesindi .Na underwear lo nundi na sulla nemadiga legisindi . Na sulla ki kuda massage cheyyi ani cheppa .Sir please andi natho adukovadhu ani edichindi .Nuvvu chestava lekapothe police vallaki ivvana video ani cheppa .Thanu nemadiga na underwear kindaki laagi na sulla mida oil posindi .Thanu. He still wondered why he chose logging as a profession. The hours are terrible, the conditions awful. The only thing that seemed to make it worthwhile was the loving arms of his amazing wife. Although she worked, she was home every night when he got home. Today would be different though, he was home early...he had planned the whole afternoon and evening. He would get home at 2:00, get a hot shower to thaw out and then cook a romantic dinner of Chicken Marsalis, a salad, and just the right. Her legs went from bony at the top to smooth skin as he ran his hand down, then even smoother skin covering softness on the inside. The mound with its short hair guarded the center which proclaimed her a woman. And those soft folds had their own hair, hair which he stroked. Then he returned to the soft curvature of her breast.But her hands were on his body, too. On his arms, they welcomed his own strokes. On his chest, they played with his hair. As they went lower, he could barely breathe..