My wife was holding the children’s hand and facing the wall. Madhu was also standing in the same position to avoid crowd from touching her boobs. An... I was standing right behind Madhu. As the train started, due to the jerk, I accidentally fell on Madhu.My dick touched Madhu’s ass. And she was ground towards the wall in the train compartment. I regained my balance. But as the next station started approaching, the trained applied breaks. This time Madhu fell towards me and her ass touched my. I bought her some lingerie befitting a domestic slave which she liked a lot. As per her, she used to get turned on by all this. One particular weekend, I thought of something naughty. I texted Mahika:“My place at 10. I have something amazing to show you.”“Okay.” came the reply.I saw her as she parked her moped in the Apartment Parking and took the lift to the 7th floor. I walked into my flat. Kashish was cleaning the other room, probably cum-stains from the last night (the load was just too. It took a bit to get lined up. I had closed my eyes."Here's his fucking phone - get video!" I opened my eyes but all I could see was the bottom of his cock and his balls. "OK?" in the background I heard a woman's voice and assumed it was Lara. I would find that incorrect later.Then he got really started. Ramming that huge fucker into my mouth - it seemed he didn't get lined up well as he pushed out my cheeks and told me to open wider. Finally the head found my throat and pushed it full. He was. Consensual nonconsent is the key with her. It’s a slut that likes to masquerade by being ‘taken’ because it would hurt to much to have to look at what it really is. And by forcing the decision on it, I’m mounting it purely on the horns of its own inner dilemma.It was fucking beautiful. It pouted. It sulked. It did everything it could. Begged. Grovelled. Rubbed my cock through my pants. Nuzzled and tried to kiss my cock through my jeans. At one point it was gliding its cheek on my cock while.