"Virwildman?" her melodious voice inquires."Y-yeah. Pearlygirly, right," you stammer, trying to retain some dignity. She giggles a little and holds ou... her hand. "Call me Anne."You take her hand, taking time to relish her silky smooth skin. "Well, Anne, come on in," you say, bowing. She giggles again and enters. You suddenly become semi-delirious as her perfume drifts by you. You apologize for your messy house as you clear her a spot on your couch. As she sits down, te doorbell rings again. She. She didn’t like the way things had ended with Bradley. She may’ve been stupid enough to cheat on him, but she wasn’t so dumb to think that she could handle the guilt of not coming clean. It had not been as easy to confess as she had first thought it might’ve been. He seemed to have just completely disappeared. She had been around to his flat, only to be told that he had packed up and left the day before. She was unable to call him, because she knew he didn’t have his phone. She had eventually. He looks at it. She can’t hide it. “Your cunt is wet, my Love. You should be ashamed.” And the stroking starts. Coaxing the clit to swell, then avoiding it. She knows from long experience with his spankings that there is always warning before being spanked. One hand holds her, the other pleasures her. Always it is the hand that pleasures that also punishes. There can not be punishment unless that hand leaves her sex… He lifts his hand. She tenses slightly, knowing that she will be punished with. Jahir tha use nind nahi aa rahi hi. Mai so jao bol k hath cchudaya. Aur bed me chala gaya. Kuch der baad phir awaj aayi. Mai gaya aur phir wahi karne laga phir chet sunne k baad dheere se uske kaan me bola” Purnima kaise laga the” is samay jaldi react ki aur mera hath pakad li, mai bhi uska hath pakad ke sahlane laga. Wo bilkul aahista mere kalai aur baju me hath pher rahi thi. Ab mere man ka shaitan jagne laga sunsan raat ek aurat . Mai uske boobs ko dekhne laga mast aaha dhanka hua tha, size.