Main uske boobs pakdke piche se choot me dhakke marne laga. Boobs pakdene se mera uspe accha grip aa raha tha aur me pura loda andar tak jaye aise jat...e mar raha tha. Woh jor jor se aavaje nikalbe lagi. ” Ohh mere yuvaannn ….kaha the tum abtak……tum pehle mile hote…..to tumse me kitana chudvati……”Ye sunte hi mujhe pata nahi kya ho gaya maine ek hatha se boobs chod diya aur uski gand pe khichke do chanat mar diye. Woh chikh padi, “Aah madarchod mat mar….dukhta hain….” Maine kaha jab mujhe marti. " Who are you? What are you, you aren't me," Michael thought at thevision in his mind. "I am your future potential...what you could becomeif you let yourself. You know how people always say 'you have so muchpotential' well I am the essence, the embodiment of that potential. Allyou have to do is come to me and I will help you through this pain, andhelp you to find me within yourself."Somehow without any internal decision or thought, Michael found himselfdrifting towards the other self. I was a married man, and this wasn’t her forte, but she clearly had some urges she couldn’t deny. And just like that, everything was back… my desire, my urge… all of it driving me crazy. I had had enough. Time to go for it.I reached down and took her hand, then bent to gently kiss the back of her open fingers and return her hand to the couch. Then, I stood back up, unfastened my belt and pants, and exposed myself. My cock was hard and erect, standing straight out in front of her face as she lay. He then spread her thighs and shoved his thick monster cock up my wife’s slippery cunt. Anita cried in pain at first; but she soon relaxed her sweet body and began to enjoy the pounding.Both black men fucked her all night long.After many hours of watching my sensual Ana being ravaged by them, I finally decided to get some rest, because I was truly exhausted.I went to the guest room, but the wild grunts and the moans kept me awaken for the whole night.I finally passed out and, with the first.