That evening I slept peacefully and sound, waking to someone stroking my cock. Opening my eyes, my Mistress was setting on the edge of the bed, nude a...d for the first time, my eyes were clear and I could see just how totally beautiful she was. Perfect in every way. She leaned in, kissing me deeply with such passion, my hand automatically came up, moving along her shoulder, pulling her to me, joining in kissing her, our tongues dancing back and forth in each others mouths, exploring. Moving our. Probably because talking back to such a dangerously unstable violentcriminal like Filly wouldn't be wise - especially for a pretty assgirly/boy who liked the shape of his face."Blondie Crush - that's all your nice butt will be for my man! Yea!That wild riding wonderful one in your hands you want to steal! Yerjust a clueless trophy bitch my man already pushed out of the closet.You didn't do nothing that hadn't been done before - just another cuteass crush that comes and goes, you'll see." Little. Nazir came inside the room and smiled, he quietly shifted to the corner and said “main sirf chudai dhekunga”.Then I turned Nagma towards me and kissed her, while also squeezing her boobies. She got aroused then I removed her clothes and mine as well and took her to my bathroom and turn on the shower, which she resisted but forced her to stay and started fingering her in shower and licked every inch of body. She started enjoying and askedNagma “tu bahut mast foreplay karta hai, meri choot ko ab. World Cup. Football. Soccer.No matter what it was called, it meant the same thing to me: no sex.We'd been married for a year, together for three, so I'd never experienced the World Cup during our time as a couple. I'd heard about it and knew it was a big soccer match; or football match if you lived outside the US.It was May thirtieth when he casually remarked, much as if he was discussing the weather and not his number one, recently rekindled obsession, "Oh, I forgot to tell you, the World Cup.