Chotu shown the picture and pulled Saira to the bed. He sat on the bed with a pillow on his back and Saira sat on her knees beside him .He wished to p...ll her mouth to his cock and get nice blow job. But he doesn’t want to “kill the duck who lays golden eggs”.He slowly slipped his shorts up to his knees .Saira observed his hard cock with a childish curiosity .she was seeing it for the first time standing hard pointing upwards. Chotu took Saira’s soft hands and kissed on her palms and slowly. She smiled sweetly and hugged me in the con room. I held her she said well let us be careful there might be security cams and winked.I laughed and we walked out and I called the driver who got the cab to the entrance and we said byes and got in. We were still sitting shoulder to shoulder and chatting laughing and I was touching her shoulder and thigh and even her face. She was also touching my chest and stomach and thigh and face and even half twisted her body and touched half my torso with her. With a strangled cry he tries to catch the rest of the downpour in his cupped hands, but it overflows and splashes down onto the pale carpet.We look at each other, bemused.“Well that was… impressive…” I say faintly. I lap up the pool of cum from his hands like a cat, partly because yum, why waste it, and also because I have no idea how else to clean up. Then I approach the mirror to survey the damage.I’m wearing my favorite dress, a simple black sleeveless wrap dress that drives him wild. The push of him inside was so satisfying that she paused for a moment just to enjoy the feeling of fullness.Slowly she started rocking back and forth in the chair, moving her hips in a fluid motion. He seemed to be holding his breath and grabbed onto her hips for support, encouraging them to move faster. She leaned into his chest and put her hands on his shoulders for support as she bounced gently up and down. A deep moan escaped him as his hands tried to urge her to go faster. He went back to.
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Strobe lights through the dark room pierced my eyes as I turned back to him to see a thin smile lining his face. I smirked back at him as I pulled bac
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