Jo ki halke se sparsh se bhi dab jaye. Upar se uski reshami kapde ki salwaar uski gaand ki smoothness ko kai guna badha de rahi thi.Chikne pan ki wajh...se kafi baar mera lund fisal ja raha tha. Upar se woh kai baar aage peeche ho rahi thi. Jis wajh se uski gaand par dabaav badh raha tha aur kam ho raha tha. Main apni body ko move nahi kar raha tha jisse usko doubt na ho. Feel to aisa hi ho raha tha ke usne panty nahi pehan rakhi thi.Uski bra strip ki tarah maine uski panty line ko bhi feel karne. She put on some clothes andwent to the street to walk off her high. She returned an hour later andwent to bed. What she had done during that hour I will never know, butSandra was never the same.The fucking and cocaine abuse lasted for several weeks and finally endedwhen Sandra and the man had a fight. They were yelling so loud that Icould hear part of what Sandra was saying. My front window was open andthe whole street could hear them."You told me you were going to leave your wife!" "Well I'm. I whimpered a pathetic “Yes.”I endured ten minutes of submitting to his frantic grinding and oral onslaught before he commanded, “Time to turn over, boy, I want to pound your pussy.”After lifting off me onto his haunches, I quickly turned onto my stomach. Before lowering his body once more he punched and slapped my butt a couple times. The strikes weren’t very hectic, but meaningful.Next, Bull clamped my cheeks in his hands and begun to squeeze. This was a little more intense than his prior. I fell in love with her because of her big ass, which shakes a lot when she walks.I would like to thank all those ancestors of ours for inventing high heel footwear, which increases the ass shaking capacity of girls. Let me not wander around and get straight to the point. First of all Athira is not the heroine of this story. I had gone to visit wife’s house one Saturday evening. Usually we meet and have sex during the weekends.I rang the bell and was waiting for her. It took some time for the.