She grunted as her knees hit the glass floor and I had the wind knocked out of me. “Are you okay?” she asked.“Yeah,” I gasped, my voice almost...a whisper.“Good,” she said, then pinned my shoulders to the ground with her palms and started bouncing her hips on my cock like her life depended on it. The sensitivity of my cock was through the roof after my orgasm. I squirmed underneath her, both satisfied and tortured by my pleasure. She stared down at me, chewing on her lower lip, breasts jiggling. I wasn’t really worried about her threat to take me to the cleaners; enough of our friends and acquaintances had been through divorces that I had a pretty good idea what I was up against. We lived in a no-fault state, so most things would be divided 50-50. Billie was 18, so child support wasn’t a big issue and Lucy worked, so alimony wouldn’t be burdensome. The thing was, I loved the stupid bitch and didn’t want a divorce, I wanted her to give up this idiotic notion. I was also worried about. Ta jai hok ami ratrer khaoa kheye oder barite sute gelaam, tokhon dekhi oi boudi khachhe aar bachhata ghumiye porechhe. Boudi amaake bollo je thkurpo tumi khat e sue poro ami niche shobo, karon Generator er line ta ekta ghorei aachhe. Ta ami ektu boslaam, tarpor boudi khaoa sesh kore eshe dekhi bichhana pete dilo. Boudir porichoi Boyosh hobe kbhub beshi hol e 33 yrs, nam fatama, figure ektu bhari, Bra pore 38, Pachhatao besh bhari, dekhte bhalo ektu shaymla colour. Ebaar aami shue porechhi,. Look you in the eye.."do you want me?" I ask in a soft voice.You grab me..turning me so now Im against the wall...leaning your body on mine..kiss me.."I want you..I want to tasteyou on my lips,(kissing your way over my chest) I want to taste your juices..I want to hear you call my name as Ilick your pussy", you said as you slide further down my body."mmm yes baby...taste me.."I moan.You reach my pussy...start to lick as I raise my leg, placing my foot on your shoulder..faster..harder..you lick.