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Next day, she gave him a CD and told him to play it. To his shock, it was a movie of him and her the previous day, when he grabbed her and got a blow job!!He told me: “There’s a hidden camera in her purse. She uses it to record everything. Later she blackmailed me for nearly Rs 50,000!!!”I was astounded. Though Rita had seemed quite flirtatious, I did not realize that this was her plan. I told XYZ not to worry, and sent him home. Next day, Rita came on schedule. She was as sexily dressed as the previous day, and soon enough, she began flirting and talking in a very friendly way to me. She always wore this really sexy kind of blouse, which was tight, deep necked, deep backed, and with very short sleeves, and very transparent.They barely contained her huge boobs. Today it was red in color, and I could see the thin straps of her white lace bra under it. Interesting choice of lingerie for a maid!! I noticed her purse: she had left it on the table near the bed in the bedroom. She began. I moaned again. "Even better Mom..." I replied and held onto her hips as she brutally rode my throbbing shaft. She smiled at me as I kept sucking on her huge tits. "Keep sucking them baby! It feels so good to have you sucking them again! I would always see you looking at my boobs and my ass while I would clean. More than your worthless father ever did. He doesn't love me anymore! -Gah!!!- But that doesn't matter anymore. I've got this fat cock now!"I kissed her areolas. "My cock is all your's mom. Anytime dad won't fuck you, you can have me." She laughed wildly. "Please!" she said, "Your good-for-nothing father had lost any chance of fucking me anymore. The only dick I'll ever need is yours." Her ass slammed down on my thighs as we kissed passionately. She screamed as she came again and stopped riding. She let her head fall down to her sweaty boobs. I reached out to see if she was okay but she she stopped me. Her plump lips sucked my tongue. “I feel your orgasm closing in babe!” She.
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