She was pleasuring herself on his big male equipment and he was motionless.For the first time the eyes started to talk and comment.The terms they used...for Love Honour and obey’s wife were extremely crude and disrespectful.They commented on how wanton she was, and how easy she was, and a hot woman of no virtue.And she heard it all and it drove her to ride the man harder and faster and moan and beg him to ride her properly again, but he was waiting.The man between her legs was no porn star stud,. Somehow, Jay was able to conceal the fact he had a 'J' form in his possession. While the other men were more or less servants, Jay had a different purpose. He was a maker.Besides the basic Gunsmith repairs to tourist mistakes, Jay constructed identical copies of commercial guns ... minus serial numbers and company markings. Jay worked with his hands.The simple series of steps necessary to build something had released certain things in his mind: Jay could think. He had the ability to see the. Without giving Bharat time to think, he pushed his 9” monster in her pussy with one single push. It was too difficult for Bharati to handle 9” for the very first time. Her pussy was filled with her juices, blood, lubricant, and Aman’s huge dick.This made her cry. The pain was unbearable. She scratched Aman so hard that his back started to bleed. Aman laid on Bharati for about 15 min and tried to calm her down. After some time, Aman started with the motion, and Bharati started to enjoy her first. She admired his firm body, his muscular legs. She stopped and turned to check his tight buns in the short shorts as he passed. As he lightly jogged away, she fantasized about caressing those sexy buns, his muscular chest, his thick hair. She imagined grabbing those buns with both hands to encourage his deep thrusts into her. She imagined wrapping her legs around them, holding his hardness deep in her as they maintained hours of tantric bliss…As he jogged past her, he started to feel a bit.