She slid into the silver rain, bathing in the hot, soapy fluid, feeling it greasy upon her skin and between her legs, feeling the marvelous richness, ...he thrilling thick syrup, lifting her face to taste it upon her tongue. It was gently against her face, and she was swimming in semen... Lauralee's eyes fluttered open. The warmth against her was real, but not liquid; it was plumply rounded and softly resilient, shaped and modelled into hillocks and valleys. She smelled perfume and felt the. “Why don’t we do this the same time next week?” he rhetorically asked before he departed.Once Michael had left, Alfred caressed Noel’s back as he continued to rest on Alfred. As he stroked Noel, he asked, “Did you enjoy that, baby?”“Uh-huh,” Noel whispered.For the next few minutes, there was a well-earned stillness before Alfred finally told Noel to place his arms around his shoulders. Alfred then arose and carried Noel through to the bedroom.After placing Noel on the bed, Alfred pushed Noel’s. Seeing me naked and clean he said,”Ufff…. Kitne time se teri gand marna chahta tha… aaj toh tu meri randi banegi”He was very coarse in his language and I was scared by what he intended to do. He said ,”Tum dono randiyo ko me aaj ek sath lunga”. After which he pulled my bhabi near him and put her over me. Me and my bhabhi were now face to face and her boobs were touching my boobs. He spread my legs and I could feel him inserting his cock inside me deep. He was big. Once in he took my bhabi’s. Making love implies that there is a certain amount of emotional connection, during the physical act that raises it to a higher level, and makes it special. Fucking requires far less emotion, but makes up for it by pure physical intensity. I got both of those from my husband. No, this wasn't fucking, by a long shot, and it wasn't making love either. In fact it wasn't even very good, I basically tried to use him as a living vibrator and still couldn't get off. The worst part is that unbeknownst.