Zai's hands moved down to my thighs, his claws tracing tickling patterns on my skin as I began to thrust against him. The slipping and pounding of his...long cock into my waiting hole began to drive me crazy, and every time I reached the base of his cock and felt that widened knot I wanted to push ever further.Zai found the lube from where I had left it and let go off me long enough to place a dollop in his hand. My thrusting lessened to watch him wrap him palm around his knot, working the lube. Sometimes these were fairy tales, or morality plays, but sometimes actualhistory was shared by one person telling another, passing the story downthrough time until some bright person finally writes it down. Many of thosestories have sadly been lost, so it's not impossible something like thetale I'm about to share really happened.You young ones want to hear about Annia do you?I'll tell you but you have to promise to pass it on.Promise?All right then. This is the story my mother told me, and when. Keeping the same in mind I stick to my approach on and on ending to an ultimate success. This attitude drives me to catch my prey like a hungry beast. Now coming to the context, my sister-in-law came to my home for a day stay in it pretext to go to her mother’s place. As her train to her mother’s place had not accommodated her to the last minute and so she had chosen bus travel. Being the distance is too long; she planned a break of journey at my place and will continue after some rest here.. In her mind she felt it would have served the man right but she was sure she would be hurt terribly if she accidentally injured any of the men here.Apparently unsatisfied with her licking, the man in front of her pulled on her hair, trying to get his cock deeper into her mouth. When that did not work he lifted her chin, trying to straighten her neck. He even resorted to grabbing her throat from the outside, as if he could massage it open in order to get deeper. He only succeeded in choking her.