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Phir main unke god main baith gai. Meri chut unke land ke thik upper thi. Main us samay skirt aur shirt pahani thi. Main us samay sex ke bare main nahi janti thi. Papa mere pair par hath rakh kar baith gaye. Mujhe neand aa gai main papa ke kandhe par sar rakh kar so gai papa ne thand se bachne ke liye mujhe swal odha di. Main mahasus kar rahi thi papa ke lund main tanaw ane laga tha. Unka lund meri chut ke ched par tha. Bus ke hilne ke karan lund chut par ragad kha raha tha. Papa josh main arahe the. Papa ne mere shirt ke upar se hi mere boobs ko dabana shuru kiya. Who halke halke se mere boobs par apne hath ko pira rahe the. Us samay main bra nahi pahani thi. Meri neend papa ke sparsh se khul gai. Main chup chap sone ka natak karne lagi mujhe bahut maza aa raha tha. Meri shirt ke upper ke do button khol diye aur dhire dhire boobs ko sahlane lage. Mere nipples kadak hone lage. Papa mere nipples ko apne ungli aur agunthe se dabane lage. Mere muh se awaze aane lagi uhhhhhhhhhhh papa. When she felt I was in the proper position she pushed back against me, impaling herself steadily onto my cock.I went slowly at first, not wanting to cause her pain, and she was grunting and moving her hips, trying to get more of me into her. Finally I was firmly in place and she started rocking back and forth again, slowly at first. It was a different sensation than a pussy, not better or worse, just… different. I saw that she had one hand at her pussy, frigging herself frantically.I knew I wouldn’t last long but I didn’t want to cum until I sensed that she was reaching that point as well. I needn’t have feared. Almost as soon as we started fucking back and forth with my hard cock in her ass, she started making a new sound, one I had not heard until then, almost a mournful wail of a sound. We settled into a steady stroking motion, our tempo picking up speed as she grew more and more excited. Her ass felt as though it were milking my cock, each stroke bringing us nearer to ecstasy. I.
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