I didn't care about being a good, Muslim woman and faithful wife. I let Clint fuck my cunt for free, not doing it to help my family, but to satiate my...own cunt. I felt like such a hypocrite for doing this with my hijab on.I didn't take it off.His dick slammed into me as I watched the fun in my classroom. My pussy drank in the friction of his thrusts. The pleasure boiled through me. Stars danced across my vision as my breasts shook in my dress. Clint fucked me so hard, his hips shifting,. She raised the hem of the shirt to show me her panty less mound. “Just in case we need a quickie before we get back.” “Keep that up and we’ll need one before we go.” She snapped up her shirt and we went out to the building, got the truck and trailer and headed to Austin. I was driving and before I knew it she had leaned back against her door, opened her shirt and pulled up her skirt. She had her left foot against my seat back and was rubbing her mound. “Think you’ll need that quickie when we. Priya often accompaniedher on these weekend shopping sprees. On her birthday Amit had gifted hera gold set and she had cried on seeing it. Riya had kissed Amit on hischeeks in excitement that day. It was the 7th month when the nipples hadbecame too sensitive and had to be covered in bra. Although the bra madeher comfortable but she waited to take them off at night so that shecould sleep freely.Soon, it was Amit's birthday and she was unable to decide the gift. Sheasked Priya for tips who. It boggled his mind. Regan had been strong, he knew that, but he hadn’t realized how strong she was until seeing all these things. Leaning back in his chair he sighed. The lady Iris had been questioning him about his lady love. What was her name? What did she look like? But Cien didn’t want to answer. Right now, the only thing he had to cling to of the past was Regan. Her memory kept him pushing through his days. And he would not share her so easily. Not even with those who took him in and.