Now Sylvia’s nipples were sore. Between the unavailability of her breasts and the unencumbered -- if limited -- availability of her cunt, making out...with his lawfully wedded wife these days seemed dirtier and less romantic than making out with Sylvia Jennings back then.But she was still a sexy woman. She stiffened under his hand. He could see the waves take her, even if he wasn’t at the epicenter to feel them. “Oh, Sylvia,” he said at the sight ... and at the memory.After a few minutes of. I am his desire, and he is mine. I will do anything he wishes. Knowing this keeps me grounded in his desire.Begging him, "please, fuck me."Hoping that he wants to give me all, not holding back. He grinds against, me teasing me with his growing bulge. I moan as he attaches nipple clamps to my aching nipples. Gently tugging on the chain as his other hand presses and caresses my clit.His desire growing more as he bites down on my neck; I moan in delight. He pulls away from me telling me to stay.. Maine kaha ” bahot garam hui aaj, oongali daal rahi thi kya” oosane kaha “nahi, aaj tumhara lund hi andar lungi , isliye chahkar bhi oongali nahi ki hai” ” jara niche haath lagakar dekho”, woto ekdum taiyar thi. Oosane maine haath lagaya , choot ekdum gili thi .phir main ek oongali andar daal ke gili kar li aur oose soongha (smell kia ) wo bahot garam thi. “Rashid , meri ragdo na” chhavi ne madbhari aawaj me kaha. Maine poochha “kya?” Oosane jawab nahi diya. Maine phir poochha “kya ragdoo?”. I do a little twist and grind movement with my hips, which I had picked up in a book, as I smile down into your shocked face. “You mean fuck you, like this baby?” I twist the other way and you grunt, beads of sweat popping out all over your forehead. “Or fuck you like this?” I slow down to a crawling pace, as I slowly ride up your iron hard pole. You groan in frustration as I slide down with excruciating slowness. I can’t hold the slow pace for long, because I am too excited by your huge cock.