INDIAN WOMAN FUCKED BY FRIEND'S HUSBAND IN THE ASS

"So, let me get this straight," mom started saying while trying to keep Hardcore her cool "you two sneaked out of the house, while you were grounded, went to a party and got drunk. And you did all this hoping you wouldn't get caught?" she asked rhetorically, her tone raising towards the end in furry. We didn't answer her, I just kept quiet and looked down. "Well?" she asked louder. doggystyle "We're sorry" my sister said from beside me. In truth we weren't that sorry. It was one of Mike Allen's legendary parties and there was no way we were going to miss it, even if we were grounded. "You're sorry?" my mother said sounding incredulous "I've had it with you two. No matter what I do, you keep causing trouble" she said, and she was right. Both my amateur sister and I were quite the trouble makers. We were rough currently grounded for throwing a party while our parents were out of town. They caught us only because one of the neighbors called them to complain about the noise. Besides that, we would constantly break our curfew, fight amongst ourselves and skip school. My sister and I were in the same grade, me being older than her by only two months. If the math doesn't add up to you, you're right. I was adopted when I was a month old and my mom, dad and sister were all the family I knew. As a psychology major, I could argue that my being adopted cum is part of what drove me to cause trouble, but I would often skip psychology class, so I could very well be wrong. "Follow me" my mother said and walked over to the living room, leaving her coffee on the table, my sister and I obediently following her. "I guess that grounding you wasn't enough to keep you in the house, so maybe this will." she said and gave us a look that scared me. "Take your clothes off" she ordered in a firm voice. Her breath was coming in hitching gasps, and far doggystyle too rapidly. I cum shuddered a bit as I wondered just what Ryan had in store for me. The rest of the evening, that sat on the deck and drank wine and talked. Sandy was lying Hardcore on the table still blindfolded when Jack pulled the chains through her rings. He brushed my clit. Hesitantly, she looked at his sleeping form. It sounded distant, amateur trembly, and hollow. The Master then began his work using multiple white ropes to weave a very intricate "rope web" around each arm extended up and away from her body at 45 degree angles and to the series of hooks in the frame. May couldn't believe her ears or maybe rough didn't want to. Did he come out for lunch?" Like it had been under construction all this time and was now finally open. Sarah was straining at the ropes and biting the gag.