Woh meri choot ki khushboo ko sughta hua apne honto se meri neeche ki honto ko chumne laga.Main ab bhi apni choti si babydoll mein thi jo main aaghosh...mein aati hui kheech ke apne se nikal pheki. Ab main poori nangi Akash ke chehre pe baith apni choot ki khujli mita rahi thi. Woh meri choot ke phaili honto ko apne honto mein dabakar kabhi kheechta to kabhi meri choot ke dane halke kaat jata.Main apne haato se apni boobs ko dabati hui apni kamar hilane lagi. Apni kamar ko aage peeche aage peeche. I then just watched as he positioned the swollen head of his huge black penis against the tiny, pink, wet opening of my nearly bald vagina. As he leaned in and I felt the pressure of the head of his penis against the opening of my vagina I remember mumbling “Nooooooo!” A second later I felt like I was giving birth, but in reverse. Something huge was going into me, not coming out of me. I got scared when I felt his size in me. The pain was incredible as his huge cock head passed through the. She wasn't overly impressed by his looks, but he wasn't a troll or anything. He was saying how horny he was getting, how hard he was getting, and would we like to get together. We said maybe we could meet sometime but probably not today because we had plans for later (which wasn't true). He persisted. He was so fucking horny and turned on by my wife that he would be very "generous" if we would consider meeting up with him. This was a new one for us, no one had ever used that approach when. "This is OUR wedding. It's not your business." Affraid that it is," said Henry. "This is a club. A very SPECIAL club, called the Man's Rush. We select special couples to wed, free of charge. This doesn't happen every day, and so everyone is rather... thrilled about it. You will do as you're told, or pay the price."Gloria turned to me, half humoured, half frightened. We held hands tightly. "You know my unkle." I consoled her. "He plays all sorts of practical jokes on people. This is just his.