?I’ll show you, you fucking bitch!? he zipped up and somewhat awkwardly ran out and returned after a few minutes.He walked up behind her, she could ...ear him and she kept trying to plead with him. She could hear him place something on the ground that sounded plastic with something liquid inside it as she could hear water splashing, she remembered the ice chest. He roughly grabbed one of her breasts and pulled it sideways until the nipple pointed outward, smashed between her and the toilet it. She slid her hand inside her panties, her middle finger teasing back the folds from her clit. She let out a sigh as she started to stroke. "… his iron-like manhood thundered into her welcoming, wet entrance. His strong body pressing down on hers..." Her fingertips teased her swelling clit, she was so wet already - another morning where she'd have to change her panties. Good job she did the washing. "… the flowing stream of hot man juice sprayed across her delicate features; cascading down from. When spying on the husband and wife, Shanti had noticed his muscular build. He had been an athlete in college and had kept himself in good shape. The other physical feature in which she was interested was his phallus. Long and large, it was no wonder his wife not only refused to take him in the rear, but often stifled a scream when he took her especially vigorously in her nest.She knocked on the door of the den and entered following his, "Come in."He smiled as did she, although her smile was. It all started long back when we were in our college. We studied in a popular college in Bangalore. She was an easy going girl, to the level that you could touch her improperly and wherever you wanted. And of course, that’s how a college girl should be.In the beginning, she was just a casual friend to me. As and when the semesters passed, the semen was stocked in my ball’s reservoirs. I got to know more about her flirty behavior. She was an amazing bitch. She never bothered about raising the.