She took over now. Her hips were moving in ways I had never felt before. She is an amazing fuck! A few minutes of that then she maneuvered herself and...rolled me over on my back without my cock ever leaving that hot tight pussy. She rode me for a few stokes then lifted off me and started sliding her wet hot pussy back and forth over my cock with it laying on my belly. She was so wet she slid easily back and forth. I was about to explode and she slipped me back into her pussy and started riding. .. give me what I need... Treat me like what I am....." Once again the young woman began to stroke and pleasure the man's throbbing meat, and again she was struck down. In a broken, pathetic state she continuously crawled back towards the abuse, driven only by the most vile of hatreds hidden so deeply within her heart it felt it would devour her; she would present herself to him, as many times as it took, until she was finally free of life... or free of the chain which bound her. Madre laid. Next day he came, and I gave him a bottle of my breast milk which I had milked it an hour before. But he didn’t agree to take it as there was no way to confirm it was my breast milk. He argued that he should only come and milk my breasts. Since I didn’t have any other way, I agreed.On the following day, he came and I was ready. We went to the other room where my husband wasn’t sleeping. I was wearing a green saree. He brought a bowl and I took my huge breasts out. And I started to squeeze my. I leave a trail of clothing between her front door and the bedroom. I nearly kill both of us trying to kick off my jeans and get up her stairs. It about the same time it takes to tell you we’re in her bedroom. I’m on my back, she straddles me, and with almost no foreplay she impales herself on my cock. I lie back and admire her tits as she rises and falls, sliding up and down my cock. She’s pulling up almost to my full length then dropping back down. Burying it away. I can feel the sensations.