For her part she just let him, being a rag doll for his pleasure. She was going to be a filthy slut tonight. Once fully inside her, (she bit her lip a... he forced the last inch into the deepest parts of her sex) he started rhythmically pumping her. Even though his hands were clamped onto her hips, she could feel her ass bouncing back and forth. She flexed her hips to help it move and listened to the other men yell shit about how fat her ass was. She gushed! Many of the compliments weren’t even. As I was about to get out of my car a familiar voice hailed me and there was Helena, but this was Not the Helena Wazlowski I,d known this was a statuesque blonde in skin tight jeans that seemed painted on her amazing butt, a tight halter top just holding her big tits in, sandals, dark glasses and shiny expensive looking hand bag. “Helena where the devil did you spring from?” I genuinely greeted her. “Haven,t seen your beautiful person since just before graduation!” “Oh much has happened to this. This incident is about me and the sexy women whom I met at Jet Airways flight while traveling from Mumbai to Delhi.In October one of my friend Bhumi was getting married to a rich businessman, though I hate to attend marriages which i feel boring , but Bhumi emotionally blackmail left me with no other choice, as usual I didn’t enjoy the wedding much and felt it was waste of time. On returning to Delhi via jet airways flight , I find window seat , and got lucky when an hot women look like in late. Her asshole widened and widened to take my dick. It was a thing of beauty. I groaned at the heat engulfing my cock. I popped into her bowels. I shuddered, the bliss rushing through my body as I sank into her anal sheath.She groaned and quivered, her moans so adorable. Her asshole swallowed more and more of my cock. Her back flexed. Her pigtails quivered. I couldn't resist grasping them like a pair of handlebars as I sank to the hilt in her bowels.“How's that?” I asked her, loving the way her.