I plugged it in, turned it on, and went at it. When I came back out, Narges was sitting on the couch, a bottle carrier with cleaning utensils next to her. Choked her a little more. Narges was already cleaning up. I felt her move with my cock inside her ass. The baby thumb. 48 and it felt like it. “Fuck me…”
Whispered into her ear: “You little whore…”
“Yes… yes… your whore…”
She started moving on my cock… raising her hips until only the tip of my cock was in her ass and then pushed her body down, taking me almost half the way inside her ass. Me.”
She took her head between her hands and bent it forward. But now it was a real lifesaver. In front of the couch. A small bottle of olive oil. Relaxed. Legs crossed. Narges’ pussy. I could feel her breath on my face. Away from me, but into the small mirror hanging over the sideboard behind the couch. Look. I will wait for you.”
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I hopped into the small guest shower.
