"Now, Kurt, I want you to mark my breasts with your lips," here her voice changed to a conspiratorial whisper, "and I want you to mark them like you g...ve Elisabeth – the marks that don't wash off."As soon as we were side by side on the bed, I took charge of her nearest tit and put my lipstick kiss on that one then the other. As I had done with Elisabeth yesterday, I set to work sucking up big love bites, alternating between her tits so the marks matched those of her friend.Once she was marked. Everyone in the room is angry. Everyone wants to do something. Thepresident wanted us to be afraid. She just made us more angry. As men,we are tired of being blamed for all the world's problems. We are tiredof being found guilty without a trial. Our gender does not make uscriminals, yet that's how we are treated. We are just useful slaves tothe women who run the world, used for hole digging and mountain moving.Enough. It's time we fight back. It's time someone did something.I sit. I listen.. Ussne chut per hath ko rajne diya bass thodi deer ke liye ruka aur usske kaan me dhere se bola-‘arre tanya chinta kyu karti ho kaha tum 26 saal ki aysi hot larki aur kaha mai 42 saal ka insan ,Mai to bass jara karib se tumhari khubsurti mahsus kar raha tha” abb ajay usse apni chikni baato me uljhate hue apna hath ko nighty ke uper se hi chut per halka halka sahlane laga.Ek to bina panty ke uper se iss patle nighty se wo usski hath ko apni chut me saaf feel kar rahi thi.Na cahte hue bhi tanya. "Daddy loves it too," I hissed. The bed creaked loudly as I pounded her. Her pussy massaged my cock aggressively. She was close. I rubbed her clit hard as I fucked her, pushing her over the edge."Ahhhh haaa!" she cried as her legs began shaking. I held her firmly in place as I fucked her as hard as I could. Her eyes rolled back, and I knew she was on the verge of ecstasy. She creamed all over my dick. I could feel it. I slowed my pace and pulled out of her slowly. My dick was covered with her.