" She did, cautiously skewering herself on my dick with a moan. After allowing her to work a good few inches in at her pace, I took hold of her ponyta...l and slammed myself home. "Oh God!" she screamed.I paused for a moment. "Karen, does it hurt?" Yeah, a little." Do you want to keep going?" Yes," she whimpered."Clamp down on me," I instructed.I pulled out slowly, savoring the tightness as she tried to hold me in. With only the tip left in her, I pushed myself home again. After just a few. Few days passed and at 4pm one day I got a call from my driver. I picked it up and sort of yelled why he did not log on to duty today. A sweet voice replied.Gayatri: Sir, my husband is not well, he did not drive today.Sarma: He should have informed me at the beginning of the day not so late in the afternoon.Gayatri: Sorry sir. He is in such a bad shape that he could not call you. That’s why I am calling now.Sarma: Gayatri garu (ji) this is not correct, the car is just sitting there. If informed. "You're so wet," he mused with a devilish grin.Their bodies joined and moved together as one. He thrust deep and she bucked to meet him. She gazed up at him and raked her manicured nails down his back. His pace quickened and she breathed deep and heavy."Oh God, don't stop honey," Jennifer moaned as another climax lapped at her twisting body. Her pretty eyes rolled back and she groaned at the sweet release.Jennifer rolled Richard onto his back and straddled his waist. She impaled herself on his. “Fuck you!” she just said, and left. I laid back in bed and grabbed my laptop and a few more garlic cloves, feeling pretty good. I mean, sick as a dog, but feeling good about myself the way only a big brother can when he has finally rendered his little sister somewhat speechless. I’m sure some of you know what I mean. When I woke up the next morning however, I felt awful. I felt as if someone had poured molten lead on my face. My throat was sore, my nose was clogged and my head ached along.