He laid her on the bed. His cock never leaving her pussy he braces her legs over his shoulders and drives deep. She screams digging her nails deep int... his shoulders. He slaps her hard on the ass. Grabbing her by the throat he looks her in the eyes. “ Where are your hands supposed to be? Did I tell you to move them Lace!” The cruelty of his action was softened by the lust in his eyes. She obeyed as his fierce fucking continued without mercy. He drove into her time and again. Her nipples rubbed. Exams finished and were waiting for results. One fine day during vacations she called me to her house (her parents went away for work and she is the single child. Her house is walkable distance from college and 7 min drive from my home hardly 3.5 KM) as she was having fever. I hesitantly went her to home. A duplex home with a garden and a park in front of the home so no fear of neighbors peeking. Entered her house with some fear and anxiety as it was a first time. As soon I entered Bindu closed. By now it was nearly five o'clock, and Charles returned upstairs todress for dinner. He put on lacy black panties and a black garterbelt with six straps. He pulled on a pair of sheer black stockings.The sensation of nylon against his soft legs was wonderful, but itdid not seem exactly new. He fastened the garters without trouble;he was growing accustomed to having long nails.Charles found a matching black bra, fastened it on, and filled it outwith some pads he found in Charlotte's drawer. . Then one day in my teens I found porn on the internet, and found out the truth, aunt wasn't a travel writer, she was a glamour model.I couldn't believe my eyes as I stared at her white naked body, with her big round saggy tits and hard pink nipples, and a small black bush that covered a small pink pussy, and it was definitely my aunt because she had the same pink flower tattoo on her hip.My cock bulged in my teen pants, and before my parents got home I had good hard wank just staring at my.