Don’t talk about that bastard motherfucker. He is good for nothing. I was so happy listening to that. I held her hair and told her “That’s the r...ason, you slut. That you are fucking me huh” she was in pain and I was enjoying it. She said yes and I was not satisfied with that. She knew what I wanted.She went on her knees and told her to beg for being my slut. She did exactly the same. On her knees begging to be my slut. I told her that I have some conditions.1 You will only be my slut2 I will. Sliding my shirt off, I reached behind my back to undo my bra and slid it over my arms, fingers brushing against my nipples, making me shuddler slightly. I reached under my skirt and slid my panties down, dropped them around my ankles and stood for a moment. Deciding whether to take the skirt off was difficult... I loved sneaking onto his lap when we were in public, no panties, and having him take me right there. It was daring, and bold... and highly sensual. The thought of my straddling him. My hips are responding in time urging him to stroke faster. I let out a big groan and feel the walls of my vagina pulse and squeeze his fingers so hard. Then I feel it, all the hot juice running down the crack of my ass. I reach under myself and feel my ass and confirm the mess I am making. “Oh crap I squirted there goes the sheets” I exclaim as I jump up to go retrieve a towel. He snickers and says “Towel time for your juicy pussy!” I run just steps away to the bathroom linen closet and. ” Alia moaned and arched her back, pushing her twat into my shaft. She dry humped me while pulling her nipples. “Please just put it inside me. I can't wait anymore.”“Not until you scream at the top of your lungs that you want me to fuck you.”She bit her lips and gave me a naughty smile. Her hand reached down and stroked my now thoroughly soaked it. “I want it.” She started slowly before screaming. “FUCK ME, OH GOD! FUCK MY BRAINS OUT. YESSSS!!!!!!!”Before she could complete her sentence, I had.