Mai bola ke mai aap ke gar sart manjur hai denish bola teek hai wo bola ke mai tumhari maa se saadi karna cahata hu mai chuk gaya mai bola ke nahi ya ...aise ho sakta hai maa ke umar dekho aur aap apni umar aap 24saal maa 45saal aap koi aur young ladki dekh lo denish bola ke sameer mujko ladkiyo mai koi intrest nahi hai mujko umardaraz mahila pasand hai wo bola ke tum meri bahan se saadi karna cahato ya nahi mai bola ha to denish bola ke to mujko bhi shoba chayia mai denish ke baat maan gaya mai. I put my hand up her shirt and started massaging her breasts. As she responded to my hands, I started removing her shirt. Don't she said. Why I asked. I really don't want you to see my body in the light. My breast sag like bowling pins, by stomach pokes out and I haven't had a chance to shave. I think that is real sexy, it is what makes a real woman I responded. But I have stretch marks from hell she said. So, what woman doesn't who has had k**s. You sure she said. Honest abe I replied. Okay. I was unable to speak, let alone hardly react to what she was saying to me. Her hand gripped a little tighter. "Let's pick up the speed a little shall we?" she said, as she jerked my cock harder, faster. "Tell me when you're close sweetie, I don't want to make you cum yet!" What did she have planned? I had no idea, but fuck did it feel good and I couldn't really care right now as my cock pulsated in her grasp."Oh God... I think I'm getting close!" I said as I could feel a rush through my body.. So I rub harder timing my strokes, she bucked beneath me, bucking at the unaccustomed feeling, and in doing so only succeeded in forcing me inside her. Taking her bucking to be signs of pain, I pushed further into her, tearing her hymen only a little at first, and then ripping it with the next stroke, causing her more pain, I froze, holding her tight, my cock deep in her now. Feeling the soft walls of her very tight pussy gripping me and releasing as she struggles. I buried my face in her neck.