Then he pulled almost completely out of me and slammed it back in. His hips slapping my white round ass, harder and faster; I could hear myself moanin... and whimpering slurs of, "fuck me" over and over again. And he did... He was going to ruin me, he's fucking me too hard, I can't survive. I don't want to survive. I'm his fuckdoll, here to be fucked until he's done with me. I began to moan louder. He tells me to shut up but I can't, it's the desire and lust of surrender being fucked out of me in. She again regained hold of my standing prick, and with both hands now held it between her tiny breasts, and I pushed back and forth as though already in the sexual embrace, and she bent her head low to it, and to my surprise engulfed the flaming head of it in her tiny mouth and with adroit tongue began to titillate and bang upon the throbbing head in quick jerks with her tongue so that I almost leaped from the bed.I pressed the back of her head, and settled down to enjoy to the full this. She was always a hot topic among boys and we would all talk erotic talks about her secretly. So two years back, me completed my course in Mumbai and got back to my homeland, Kerala. Before leaving Bhavna madam (Who is also a mallu) gave me and other mallu friends. And after some months she got married to a successful businessman who is hailed from Mumbai itself. We all were invited and attended the function. Her hubby’s name is Arjun and is an elegant fellow. Time flew and I used to chat with. After he hung up the phone we spent the next two hours practicing in different positions. We didn't quit practicing until we were exhausted. We were so worn out that we fell asleep without even getting cleaned up.We woke up at a fairly normal time for a Sunday. But we were feeling kind of lazy and we remained in bed until we had to go to the bathroom so bad we couldn't stand it any longer. We raced for the bathroom and since it was closer to my side of the bed I won easily. I sat on the toilet.