., mera mann main unnke prati ko gandi feelings nahi thi but ek din mere mum ko kuch kaam tha rekha aunty ssey mujhe bola ki unnke ghar jaakar bolne k...., phir main gaya aunty ke ghar unnko bolne aur seedha ghar main enter hoogaya bina kuch kahe ya bina door bell ring karke toh dekha ghar pe koi nahi dekha phir seedhe bedroom main chala gaya wahan dekha toh aunty apne kapde change kar rahi thi aur aunty mujhe dekh kar apne haath ssey apne body cover karne laagi toh mujhe kuch feeling aayi aur. He had NEVER done this before! He started rubbing his face in my hair and on the back of my neck! I started to try to push his hands away but he moved them up under my jacket to my boobs and began caressing them through my blouse. I have VERY sensitive nipples and they definitely reacted. I tried to pull his hands down but he was too strong for me. He made the comment that I must be enjoying what he was doing because I was responding. I told him we shouldn't because we both were married -. Like the half-heard thrumming of a distant drum everything stops. All of me arches. I am taut as a lute string. Trembling. Aching. I am tuned too tight, and I am breaking. I dont even notice her above me eyes closed moth slightly open hips jerking onto me in time to an internal rhythm, gasping for air as waves pleasure pounds through her body. I break a pure moment of clarity as I unload into the soft warmth of the daemons womb. Again and again I shot cum deep inside her pulsing for what seem. Two days ago she asked me to get naked and tell her one of my most loved fantasies. I told her that I would love to be dominated by a girl and forced to lick her pussy. She then turned herself into a mistress and gave me clear instructions over chat on what I had to do while storytelling at the same time. She got so much into it that, that she got wet from hurting me. She forced me to push my fingers inside my butt without any lube over and over again. I had to stay in rhytm with her commands.