She was begging him, hoping, praying, but he was ignoring her need to be eaten out and fucked until she hurt. He was teasing her, sucking on her panti...s and making sounds of contentment instead of getting mouthfuls of cum from her soaked pussy. She wanted to scream, yell, and release her sexual frustration; he was driving her crazy.Once he’d extracted all of the cum from her panties, his mouth finally hovered over her pussy……and skipped past it, moving to her breasts instead.Jose’s tongue. She was good to Joe and invited him, his wife and the three children to move onto her farm with her. She was alone and dearly wanted a family of her own. They moved in and began a new life – a roof over their heads, education for the children at the local school, and someone to teach his wife the basics of handling a home. One day Joe left the farm to run some errands and upon his return, he found his wife on her knees in the kitchen in tears. The lady that had given them a home and a new start. Baitho living room mein. Main kuch khane ko lati hu.Aur woh kitchen mein chali gayi. Main unke ghar ko dekh raha tha. Aur mere dimag mein ghum raha tha ki iss sofe par kaunsi position best rahegi. Iss table par kaise karunga, bed par kya kya karunga. Tabhi bhabhi aa gayi aur boli, “Lo juice pio.”Me: Bas juice?AB: Han shayad iski jada jarurat tumhe hai.Me: Woh to pata chal jayega.AB: Dekhte hai. Tum baitho, main nahakar aati hu.Main unke bedroom mein jaake baith gaya aur TV on kar liya aur woh. .ahhhh, yeahh!” Mr. Kapoor groaned loudly, grasping by my hips and slamming his erupting cock deep in my pussy. “Cumming !!!! cummingg !!!! ahhh, yeahh!” he panted as spurt after spurt of his hot cum filled my quivering pussy.I cannot describe the fullness of his fuck, the way he totally possessed me that afternoon I came and came and came, crying into the pillows, begging for more. Mr. Kapoor fucked me for over an hour, like some kind of fucking machine. I could not believe how it felt.When he.