.. so bad... right now.” Every moan of hers matched my strokes to her pussy walls. “Please... make love to me!” she sexily whispered in my ear, ...ardly able to form those words, for she was breathing way too heavily. I got her panties and my shorts off and lay on her again, making sure my raging hard-on would land on her slit. We started rock both our hips back and forth in order to please on another. There was no guidance needed, my cock easily found its way to her entrance. As the head of my. His sharp claw of a hand squeezes and pierces the soft flesh of my neck cutting off my breath entirely. His nails dig and bite and I suddenly feel tiny trickles of blood bubble and run to my shoulders. My eyes bulge as I struggle to free myself, my chest and lungs threatening to burst as my head swims with terror. But it is not enough for him as he bashes my head against the window over and over until I quit struggling and accept my fate, praying fervently that the darkness will come so I. " I don't get it, what's the problem." Oh you poor innocent darling, God I love you." For a second she frowned biting her lip and screwing her eyes shut as a tear emerged."Fuck, it wasn't supposed to be like this. Oh God," she said again. "Look, what do you see?"He laughed, "Well it's obvious, it's cum leaking out of you."She rolled towards him and kissed him."Ask yourself my darling husband, how did your wife's pussy come to be full of cum, when you haven't fucked it yet and you've just used a. Now coming straight to what I am really up to. This started when I was studying in class 12. I had a great interest in my tuition teacher beena madam (name changed).She had 34-32-34 and also had a very curvy body and make anyone go mad with her structure and her looks. In the south(Kerala) all the schools have a rule that teachers will have to wear saree as dress code I have hardly seen her in any other format of clothing during my tuition class because she used to take me classes only after.