He use to work as a part-time driver for his best friend’s rickshaw. One night while fucking me, my husband said –“Reshma, I want to buy a new r...ckshaw. I am fed up of driving my friend’s rickshaw and I earn less money because of it. If we buy our own rickshaw, we can earn a lot of money”. Saying this, my husband started fucking me harder.It became our story every alternate night. One day afternoon, my husband phone called me and told me to come to a showroom. I took my 2 kids with me and went. The skirt was so deliciouslytight that every contour of her slim legs were visible. Its back-slitwhich was designed for greater freedom of movement showed off more ofher thigh. Sarah's jacket fitted as perfectly as the skirt with fabricpulled in at the waist as the swell of her breasts became prominent. Herunusually long legs finish in black patent high heels as she gracefullywalked towards the elevator.The sounds of her heels echoed around the hidden basement followed bythe electronic tone of. "I'll... ruin... you... little... cunt... I'll... fuck... you... so... you... remember... every... stroke..." With every word he shoved his prick in and then pulled back out with a wet squish. "I... like... the... way... you... talk..." I answered squeezing down on his prick with my asshole. We fucked face to face for a long time, me raising the tension with each thrust trying to milk his prick tighter. Kissing and sucking each other's tongues. It was all I could do not to cum. At one point he. He then stand up clean his dick and my pussy.He open the window so that the temperature of room went down, it became too hot due to our love. Outside the room it was cold due to winds. He then came behind me and sleep. We both slept like that for some time, his one hand was on my boobs and within few minutes we both slept. It was 5 am in the morning. I had no fear because I was all alone those days. So I slept there for the whole day. When I woke up it was 12 in the noon while rafik was still.