He tied her face down on the wooden horse, and spanked her thoroughly, before fucking her hard. He was rough with her breasts, reaching around and dig...ing his fingers into them as her fucked her from behind. He took her ass again, but without care, making her squeal, and screw her face up in pain. He made it gape with his fingers, before dribbling his spit into it, rubbing it in, then ramming his dick back in.She was left sore, weak, and shaky, like she'd been through the wringer and hung out. I kissed her cheek like before to see what reaction I would get now. Instead of a kiss back, she took hold of my waist and pulled me closer while at the same time pushing me downward. I bent my knees, extending them between her legs as she reached between us to take a light hold on my dick. She ran her thumb over my dick’s head feeling either my pre-cum or Monica’s vaginal lubrication. Didn’t matter. She rubbed by dick across her erect clit, now kissing me deeply, her long tongue seeking. Meri figure34-28-34 hai. Hamare ghar mai mere mummy papa aur bhayia hai.meri umar 18-19 saal ki hai.rang gora chuchi gol hai.meri pichli story muje randi banaya aapko pasnd aayi thanx,us din mai 6 baje ghar pahunchi meri taange dukh rahi thi sharir tut raha tha, par maza bahut aaya tha, meri saheli hai hema mai us-se sari baat share karti hu, uska birthday tha 18 june ka, mai uske ghar gayi wo tayar ho rahi thi, maine use wish kiya. Wo bahut khubsurat lag rahi thi,Me : chalo party do aaj b’day. *** CASEY *** I couldn’t figure out Miss Crest. Why had she offered for me to stay at her apartment? I mean, it was nice of her and all, but what did she care if I slept on the floor of the shelter or not? The question haunted me all day as I bussed tables, made toast, poured coffee, and bussed more tables. It was weird, it was almost as if she wanted me to stay. That was not a feeling I was used to. Miss Crest was an odd teacher. She was young, she couldn’t have been more than one or two.