Fir mausi boli tumne kabhi kisi ladki ko touch kiya he to me bola nahi to bass esa sunte hi mausi ne mera hath uthaya aur apni chut pe rkha ekdam gara...m hogayi thi aur nikkar bhi gili ho gayi thi me ye dekh ke heran ho gaya aur zat se hath nikal liya wo boli kya huaMe:ye kya kar rahi ho mausi.Puja: kesa laga touch kr ke.Me : (ekdam chup raha)Puja : andy me pagal nahi hu jo tumhare najro ki hawas na dekh saku.Aur wo direct mujh hug krne lagi mujhse bhi ab control nai ho raha tha idhar samne se hi. I was not able to move or speak I was dozed off but was still feeling everything when he moved out a bit it was like someone was cutting my vagina but he didn’t cared he was fucking with slow motions my hands were stretched to limits because of the pain he was not able to gain any speed because of the tightness which was frustrating for him so he started giving hard strokes which was making things worse for me and the worst thing was that I was not even able to move my legs I was frozen in that. " I asked her if she wanted me to be her boyfriend and she said, "If I can be your girlfriend." One day I asked her what had caused her to change from her boyish look of last year to the girly look of this year. She said, "Last summer mom sent me to live with my Aunt Sally. She and I share the petite gene, as she calls it. It seems that there has always been a small girl in every generation as far back as can be remembered. She had married a normal sized guy and had two normal sized. ..' She could hear the breath rushing from his lips, as if he were controlling the waves of pleasure that rolled over him. 'Okay.' He lifted her head with the palm of one hand. 'Now suck me.' She wrapped her mouth once more around that great bulbous head, the size and colour of a ripening plum, and began to suck on his cock. If she had thought it could not get any harder, she was proved wrong; she could feel it swelling, galvanizing on her tongue, becoming big with potency. A salty flavour was.