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Savita was in complete heat and was enjoying Rahul’s thrusts. Rahul sucked his mother’s soft lips which parted and gave Rahul access to her tongue... They played with each other’s tongues while Rahul gave thrusts inside her. All shyness and inhibitions had been removed by now. Rahul removed his mother’s blouse and sucked on her breasts hard, kneaded them and pinched them. Rahul explored his mother’s breasts for good 5 minutes while Savita enjoyed the attention and Rahul’s thrusts inside her while. “You try so hard not to look, but it’s hard, isn’t it?”“Yes.”“It’s impossible not to observe it all the time. It fills your head, consumes you.”Nod.“Whenever you’re alone, whenever you get a chance, you have to get them out of your system. You have to touch yourself, play with yourself, bring yourself to orgasm.”Nod.“Again and again, you let the images of sex run through your brain, you let your imagination insert you into sexual situations.”Nod.“You’re cumming three, four, five times a day.. If I came first, he could keep it. So we went in the back room, and he had my clothes off in a minute. Ooh, fuck. I had started sliding more fingers into her ass, and I grabbed a dildo from my nightstand (Id put it there when Id seen her coming upstairs to confront me) and slid the dildo into her cunt, pumping rapidly. So, what happened next? Well, he said that his wife never let him fuck her ass, and, since my ass is so hot, he asked to fuck that. I said yes and got him undressed. I bent over. Shaking my head I was afraid that soon I really would be dead. It was strange that no one had found us yet. I thought I would be missed from work. Sadly I heard nothing, then again knowing Joker and Quinn we were underground.A week to the day, I awoke in the room as Joker came in to get me. “Alright boy, it’s time to have fun again! Scream for me like a little girl! Your screams were so stimulating! I want to hear more!” With that he grabbed my dick twisting it hard to the side causing me to.
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