Then she said, “I’m done, you’re done now jerk off that pathetic little dick of yours, pleasure your self you useless piece of shit” What else...could I do? I had no choice. I jerked myself off as she continued her verbal abuse on me knowing that I would cum even faster. She really did make me feel worthless after everything that was said and done that night. This was a real turning point in or marriage. I’m not sure how to handle all this, her intentions to fuck guys until she finds what she’s. Mai jor se chillaya shayad meri gaand phat gayee. Lekin samir phirse bekabu ho gaya tha. Usnephirse jor ka dhakaa mara ooooooooooooooohh ab tojarur meri gaand phat gayee. Sale nikal do meri gaand phat gayee. Teri maai ki saala nikal mai jor jorse samir ko gaali dene laga. Gaand me pura dard ho raha tha. Lekin samir pagal ho gaya tha. Usne phir se jorka dhakka mara uske baad our ek ab pura lunnd meri gaand me chala gaya. Muze to rona aa raha tha. Pagal salene meri gaand phad di thi ab jor jor se. Her pink nipples were standing stiff, and her face and chest were flushed with arousal. Her long, dark tresses were lightly matted to her shoulders from a light sheen of sweat that glistened alluringly on her alabaster skin.“Hello, Lena,” Aran greeted her warmly, brushing her cheek with a finger. “I trust you are enjoying yourself?”She nodded and giggled. “Yes, Master Aran. I was wondering if you would maybe like to join us?”It was tempting. She was a fine young woman. “I would love to,” he. The silence of the early morning ends when next to me, a body moves and I hear the unintelligible murmur of someone talking in her sleep. The body turns to me and I feel an arm over my chest and a warm body creeps close to me. As a protective wing I put my arm over her and stroking her back repeatedly until she stops talking, so the silence returns in the bedroom.Her arm across my chest feels warm and I follow with a finger the vertical and horizontal scars on her wrists. Fading wounds of an.