Despite the perversity of the situation, her fertile body, its baby clock ticking down, was being bred by a strong male, and it was in her favorite se...ual position. She could feel the telltale tickle of her g-spot being massaged by her unknowing rapist's cock. Her body responded, increasing the lubrication within her vagina, making it easier for her stepson to thrust harder, faster. Despite the horror of the situation she felt the first stirrings of an orgasm awakening inside her.'I can't!' she. Maya: Yes. There is no added water at least as we get in town. Pande-ji: No Madam, it's absolutely pure, like breast milk. Saying the last couple of words, he made sure to look up at her upright twin milk tanks below her blouse. Maya could not say anything to such comparison. Chotu saved her and as he was ready now we were on our way again to the main temple building. She was carrying the thali now as it was fully ready. Maya: Pande-ji, I see all women standing in the line with kumkum on. “Is it going to hurt, Lewis?” I asked, suddenly afraid. “It might do, but just to relax, baby, and I will try to make it as painless as I can, I promise,” “I love you.” “I love you too, baby, just tell me when to stop and I will straight away.” With that he started to push his way into me. I tried to relax as much as I could but it was still agonizing. A tear slipped down my cheek, then he suddenly stopped. “What?” I asked, suddenly worried. He shook his head, silently wiped a tear from my. His hands were on my hips, his fingertips digging into my skin. I moved my hands to his back, scratching him harder, and he growled, starting to thrust into me harder and faster, making my breasts bounce and my breath catch. I moaned his name, telling him to fuck me harder. My breathing hitched. I moaned his name, telling him to fuck me harder. This made him lose his mind. He flipped us over. Me on my back and him on top of me. He grabbed my legs, bending them at the knees, raising them up..