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She slid up and down my cock, slowly and thoroughly sucking every inch of my cock into her. She stopped crying and went faster and faster, She panted and moaned as she rocked back and forth on my lap, and after a few minutes plopped back and rested her head on the pillow. Jack, please fuck me. Faster than ever. I want you… I rolled down on top of her and started pushing my dick back and forth, faster and faster with every thrust. Her pussy was warm and soft, it was something my hands couldnt provide. I wanted her to be on my dick forever, I wanted to do this every day for the rest of my life. Its so biiiigg… ohh JACK! faster! harder! I thrusted into her as our thighs slapped against eachother. She screamed and panted. Her face was red and her little tits bounced up and down on her heaving chest. Kate, Im gonna cum! I want it. All of it. Take your dick out and give it to me! I slid my dick out of her little abused pussy and pushed it into her mouth, blasting string after string of cum. Then asked ishwarya shall we start and she was smiling in shyness and said yes. Then deepthi showed a bedroom and I got ishwarya to the bedroom and said deepthi to join us after 20 minutes.Then I got ishwarya to the bedroom and closed the door but didn’t lock it and ishwarya was feeling so tensed and she was shaking and I want to make her feel comfortable and made her sit in the bed and slowly touched her hands and she was turned her face with shyness.Then slowly moved my hands to her shoulder and she was giggling I took that as a yes and pulled her towards me and hugged her tightly and rubbed my cheek with her with mine and made her feel the warmness. I started to kiss all over her neck and she started to mourn like hmmmmmmmmmmm ahhhhhhhhhhhhh and I can’t wait and planted and deep kiss in her lips were sucked all her lip stick and started to taste her tongue and removed my shirt and removed her t-shirt and she was wearing a tight blue color bra. I made her sit on my lap and removed.
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