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She acts dumb or is she actually innocent..That did not matter..Because I was getting bold..In the meanwhile my hand was caressing my asset specially the tip.Me: are fir aap mujhe daatogi..Ki I talk nonsense..I don’t want to be scolded.Mom: are no..Tell..Bolo na..Main nahi kuch bolungi..Me: are..Main abhi tak bed pe hi hu..Pant b khuli hui hai..I was feeling excited..What the hell was I typing. But suddenly another message came..Beep beepMom: bhup..Fir you have started..Sirf badmashiMe: sach mein..I am not lying..Bahut special tha mere liye..And itna jaldi main kabhi nahi satisfy hua..Jitna aaj..Mom: main samjhi nahi..Jaldi satisfy hua..? You mean masturbation?Me: hmm..Sorry..Aapke mana krne k baad be I am talking about these..But I am telling the truth..Mom: hmm..Koi baat nahi..I am happy you feel so special..Because mujhe bhi tumse baat krna bahut acha lagta hai..Par mujh jaisi moti ka pic tumko kaise acha lagta haiMe: you will not understand..Aapne vo pic bhejke..You have made me. “Not again, I don’t think I…ohh god” Ritty wouldn’t let her finish. She had already started again. She decided this time she wanted to spend more time teasing her clit. It didn’t get enough attention the first time. While her right hand fucked her pussy her left hand pinched and played with her swollen clit. She held the tiny bud between her fingers and licked it. Slow circles while flicking her tongue at the same time. It was hard to keep a good hold of it while Lacey bucked and thrashed on the bed but she did it. It didn’t take nearly as long this time as it did the first and Lacey was screaming and cumming again. She opened her mouth wide and drank as Lacey filled her with her sweet essence. Lacey closed her eyes and let the ecstasy wash over her. Ritty had never made her cum so hard before. It was overwhelming to say the least. Before she could recover again Ritty reached in the top drawer of her night stand and grabbed Waldo. Her and Lacey used him quite often in their nights.
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