...what firm?” asked Aunt Two surprised and sceptical “Aunty, where did you buy your saree from!” jumped in Nadia to change the subject“This? ...h it is from Dubai!” said Aunt Two happy she was complimented“So what does your family do?” asked Aunt One“My family are in gem trading business in Pakistani” answered Abdul“That is very lucrative!” said Aunt Two “I am blessed Aunty!” answered Abdul“So is your family in UK?” asked the Mother“No, they live in Pakistan, they don’t like the cold!” said. He used viagra and, coupled with his cock ring and an impressive hunger for sex, he never seemed limp or anywhere near soft.He held my ankles up high as he fucked me deep and hard, asking if I “loved his big dick.” I did because it brought me to orgasm more than five times in a very quick time. What’s not to like? He loved pounding me, constantly reminding me that he owned my pussy, that I needed his cock and it was much bigger than my husband’s. When I rode him while he held my hands, he shot. Bat rakhi wale din ki hai. Ne ghar pr akela betha tha aur bore ho raha tha tabhi mere dost rohit ki call aayi aur wo mujhse bola ki wo aaj kaam pe ja raha hai aur use chutti nahi hai. To me uski behn ko ludhiane lekar chala jau bcoz uski behn ne apne chacha ke ghar apne cousuin brothers ko rakhi bandne jana tha. Me us din free hi tha to mene han krdi. Me aur uski behn uske chacha ke ghar dupehr ik baje phunch gaye. Waha jake mene aur uske cousin brothers or cousin sister ne kafi bate ki. Bato. Smack. Two. Smack. Three. Smack. Four. Smack. Five. “How many is that now?” He asked, pausing for a moment. He probably needed a break from the quick movements. I still couldn't see him, but I could imagine that he was drenched in sweat, already. “Five, Daddy.”He didn't say anything, just grunted in acknowledgement of my correct answer. Smack. Six. Smack. Seven. Smack. Eight. The ninth one had a considerable amount of force behind it. Smack. “Niiiinnnneeee.” I shouted out, accidentally, my head.