Phir unhone mera land apni chuchi ke bich rakh boobs fuck deni lagi jisse mera land phir khara ho gya … Mai unki chut me ungli dal ke mazee le raha ...ha …… Itne me unhone kaha aur mat tadpao “aamake chude phelo”mai apna land unke choot par le gaya aur ragarne laga … 2-4 jhatke marne se wo pura aandar chala gaya unki choor tight thi aur mujhe bahut mazaa aa rha tha maine unhe jor jor se jhatke marne suru kiye aur wo mera pith apne nakhune se noch rhi thi aur mai unki chuchi dabta sur chusta raha. The night is still young.” I knew Dimitri to be the devious sort. I was going to be chastised for denying him sex. The four of us gathered in the den. Casual would describe our dress. Karl had on an Oxford button down, chino shorts and tennis shoes. Christine wore a loose fitting, stylish-without-being-fancy jogging suit. Karl made the comment that our Russian friend and Christine must have compared notes to go as twins. I wore my new virginal white Victoria’s Secret kimono ensemble Karl had. I heard a noise. As Leanne continued to suck, with her gorgeous arse stood up in front of me, I looked up to see Helena. She was stood half-way in the doorway to the stairs, turned away slightly. Her eyes were closed, her red dress pulled enough to show her hands. She was pleasuring herself, her left hand on her clit, and her right hand middle finger pushing inside her pussy. I was shocked initially, but then even more turned on. Helena opened her eyes and saw me looking at her. In a slow. I couldn't take any more pain. "I'm a slut." I mumbled, tears rolling down my face. Humiliated by my own husband. "I can't hear you." he shouted at me. "I'm a slut." I sobbed louder. "Your Pauline and your a slut. What are you?" I'm Pauline and I'm a slut." I cried. "Again." he ordered. "I'm Pauline and I'm a slut." He started laughing. " Keep saying it, slut." "I'm Pauline and I'm a slut." I repeated again and again. He picked up his pace as he buried his cock deep inside me, lodging his.