She stepped out of the leg holes one foot at a time, then turned and sat back down clutching her damp pink thong into a ball in her right fist. She sh...wed it to the camera, smiled and raised her eyebrows as if to say “Tada!”MasterLUST: Good girl.Alyssa leaned forward and whispered, “Thank you, Master.”MasterLUST: Now show me your cunt.She made a face into the camera that indicated how she felt about that idea.Alyssa: I can’t do that? Sorry, if he sees me, it would be horrible.MasterLUST: You’re. Mujhe phn kiya kaha vishal ghar aha main aaya hu main khus hua aur uske ghar nikla dost ka naam dipak hain.Uske ghar mein uski mumi aur ek naukarani rehti hain uske papa 1 year pehele expire kar gaye dost ki maa bhi lajawab hain 47 ke aaspaas hogi dud 40 se 42 hoga gaand biryani ke hande ke jaise aur gori bauth try mara lekin nhn mila.Khair main dost ke ghar paucha naukarani ne darwaja khola main tho dekhte he reh gaya kya mooti maal bada bada dud ufff laga wahi pel duFir main andar gaya dost. Usne meri t-shirt ko upar sarkaya fir hat gaya. fir usne apne pant ki jeb se mobile nikala aur meri recording karne laga.mai ye dekh ke haira hui aur fauran use band karne ke liye bolne lagi.wo request karne laga aur kahne laga k “sirf mere dekhne ke liye record kar raha hu” par mai apni baat pe adi rahi aur boli ke “agar tum record karne wale ho to mai yaha se jaa rahi hu.”Fir usne mobile band kiya fir sorry bolne laga.mai bhi thodi der ke baad maan gayi..ab ek baar fir se vishal mere nazdik. My own Mom, kneeling in front of me, teasing the zip over the bulge that was in my pants. I couldn’t stand the delay any longer. I pushed her hands away and lowered the zipper myself. As my trousers fell around my ankles, I pulled the elastic waistband of my shorts over my extended, throbbing cock. At last it was free and exposed to Mom’s gaze. I just wanted it to be inside her mouth. So I grabbed hold of it firmly in my right hand, took a hunk of Mom’s hair in my left, and thrust it.