His servant Pukku had informed him that Mukta was waiting to be fucked by him. She was begging Anup to make her pregnant.”OK God!! I want my wife an... misstress to be pregnant on this trip” he promised himself.He had instructed his servant to phone him at his father’s house so that he could come out of the farmhouse to fuck his misstress. Anjali, on the other hand was dreaming herself on her knees taking her husband’s eight-inch cock deep into her mouth, deep into her cock-hungry pussy. His. He let go of her now red nipple and ran his tongue down her body, down her stomach and down to her waist just teasing her. He could tell that she was getting into the moment and was so very close to begging him to fuck her, but he wanted her to plead. He wanted her to get down on her knees and beg to be fucked like the little slut she really was. Now he was just going to make her wait, kiss at her moistening pussy lips and hardening clit as the girl clawed at the bed. Please. Lizzy whispered. He thrust her sprawling over the hood of the car, her rear pointing skyward. Without hesitation and almost in the same movement he jerked her shorts and panties until they were halfway down her thighs. He raised his hand to shoulder-height and brought it down with a swift swing on her exposed butt. SMACK! Oh, God, it hurt! She gasped in shock at the blow and almost collapsed to her knees. He reached between her legs and lifted her by her crotch. “Oh, you’re thankful all right. I can feel how. ..the wife was out of her mind in orgasmic bliss she was yelling out having one orgasm after another while the black man was hammering away at her ass looking down at his best friend with a shit ass eating grin then telling him she was mine the day I fucked her twenty years ago look at her today, getting fucked with my big nigga dick acting like a crack whore who need a fix , Jones’in on my big nigga Johnson, she never been owned like this my friend you never cum close to pleasing this woman.