This was not what I wanted my home to look like. And I started to vocalize this strongly. Edward let me rant for a bit and then told me firmly.“Ch...rlotte, this is my grandparents’ furniture and it is very valuable and sturdy. We will use this as it is an heirloom from them, to remember them by. Plus, it is good long-lasting furniture. I will hear nothing more about it. This is to be our home.”I couldn’t help myself, I just kept complaining, moving almost to a tantrum about this was not. The cock was going in and out as she sucked my cock.she was now screaming loud and saying in hindi chodo mujhe..as david talked “ fuck u my slut”yes komal was a whore( my closest friends wife was a private whore for us) now and she enjoyed every bit of she being a whore .she was now matching his strokes by shaking her pussy.At this time i was getting desperate to enter inside her .i signalled david to slow down .he did while she was quiverring . The position was she slept side ways .behind her. ” he said and grinned playfully.She had to smile…., “Thank You, for that,” she whispered softly.Her eyes fixed on the bulge of his worn blue jeans. His cock looked to be half-hard, the bulge of it along his left thigh. She trembled, wanting to take it out, hold it, stroke it, to suck on it…“Well…. I guess there’s not much more I can say…. if you’re determined to leave. But here, take one of my business cards,” he said reluctantly. And with that, he walked her to the front door of his. It was no longer touching my prostate (it only did that at the initial entry), so I whispered for her to push and she did. The toy seemed to be just barely too short to touch the prostate while sitting in naturally, but as soon as she added some slight pressure I could feel my insides rejoicing. I couldn't believe the experience, the pleasure. As she continued to twist and push and pump the toy I began squirming in ecstasy. All that and at the same time she had me in her mouth. It was unlike.