Dayush came in dream he was sitting on cuck chair meanwhile.
His stacy fully westernized jeeta, olive skin, lean athletic body around 5'7, tight and toned stood in front of me in just lingerie. She unzipped my pants while he sat there seething, fist clenched.
He was making excuses
>he is underage>he is muslim>he is paki>he is congi>he is bhosdapiller
She only got me down to my underwear before she stopped and started stripping herself instead.
When the last of her undies came off she tossed them straight at Dayush’s face.
Wear them, she said, not even looking at him.
Then she climbed on top, stand and deliver position, and started rubbing my cock against her pussy slow at first, then harder, dragging the head up and down her slit.
She grabbed the back of my head and pulled me in close. The heat and the phermones of her choot hit me hard, raw and heavy, and something in my head just flipped into primal mode.
"Lick it" she ordered.
I did. Salty, creamy, thick exactly like that.
Behind us Dayush was already shaking on the chair, pants soaked, coming for the second or third time without anyone even touching him.
Before I could finish the job my baap came in shouting and woke me up.
