. almost. All except for one thing. “Are you okay in there love?” The wife had shouted into the en-suite just as I was about to cum. The image of ...y Little Girl with her back cut open, bleeding, ready to be whipped ... her breasts skewered with wood, and her labia punctured with steel ... “Ohhhhh yesssssss!” I had groaned as my back arched and I shot my load into the toilet basin. “Just coming ...” I shouted back ... eventually, and with (genuinely) no pun intended. New Year’s Eve was tomorrow. Without warning, his tool convulsed in my hands and I tasted something new, something different, hot and thick, filling my mouth and overflowing down his shaft and into his pubic hair. As his cock throbbed in my hand, more and more of his cum shot though his organ, still gripped firmly in my hands and partly inside my mouth. I’d never done this before and I was enthralled but frightened at the same time. It seemed slightly disgusting but enthralling at the same time. I didn’t know what to do. She realized then that she absolutely and unequivocally looked like a dirty little slut. (A “tramp,” her mother would say). And she liked it. Her shaggy short brown hair. Her thin pale body and erect pointy tits. The soft peachy fuzz growing on her light brown mound. It all foretold of her journey into womanhood. And yet there she was, still very much a girl, jaybird naked in front of her mirror, with her wet little pussy dripping between her legs, as she sucked her own juice from her fingers.. .sarita ko chod kar usko floor par fek diya ab sab apni pani saansen control kar rahe the jabki sarita puri tarah se pasine aur cum mein lipti hui ab bhi dard se siii siiiii kar rahi thi…10 min ho chuke the ab alka uthi aur usne thick cum se bhari plate sarita ke saamne rakh di aur boli…..kaisa lag raha hai ab tujhe….sarita boli…..ohhh puri rand bana diya aaj tune….alka boli…lag raha hai na ab tujhe kit u randi hai…sarita boli…haan ab to aisa mehsus ho raha hai jaise mein bahot badi rand.