.For him, she was just a little bitch which he could fuck whenever he wanted to. He weren't in love with her, he just liked her body and her behavior ...hen he fucked her. He played with that she was in love with him, but she didn't want to recognize that...every time he called her to ask if she wanted to spend the night with him, she were happy because she thought she were important to him – but he just wanted to fuck some nice chick. Sometimes he cheated her with some other bitch, but actually. Main unhein kya jawaab doon.Itne mein Kishore ne mujhse poocha, “Waise sahab tere se kis baare mein sochne ko bol rahe the?” Toh maine usse ye bataana sahi nahin samjha. Aur jhoot bolte hue kaha, “Woh pooch rahe the ki kuch samay baad kya woh wapas mujhe bula kar hafte bhar ke liye rakh sakte the kya.”Baat sunkar Kishore khush hua. Aur bola, “Tu sahi paasa phek ke aayi hai lagta hai. Sahab ke dil mein abhi se hi apni jagah banaa aayi. Zyaada soch mat. Haan bol dena. Main tere number pe unka. Once again a thick rope of churned ass cream and sperm flowed from her asshole once he withdrew. Now that the pressure of the cocks filling and stretching her to unheard of limits were out of her cunt and ass she could not help but relax her bloated bladder and shower a golden stream of hot piss nectar from her raw and gaping slit! After watching my hot bitch in such action I was desperate to empty my bloated balls once more. I stepped around to the side of the now sweat and cum drenched bed. I grab a magazine and end up going to grab a coffee and sit down, as I sit down, I notice a woman across from me, she turned and smiled and I realized this was her. She was a beautiful brunette, with an amazing body, her perk tits held behind a thin blouse, and a short black skirt, and no panties, her shaved lips exposed to me and the store. I get up and move over to join her, we exchange hellos, and begin talking as we always have, I let her know how bad I want to slide under the table and.