Except that I had. The bruises where evidence of that. Or were they?Sports, for example, can be violent, even brutal. If I got bruised playing footbal..., would I claim that I had been attacked, or would I say that it had been a rough game? If sex could be a full contact sport, then sure, bruises wouldn’t be a sign that I had hurt her so much as that we had had some very rough sex. Mind you, I hadn’t come out of our sexual marathon unscathed; I had claw marks and bruises of my own. Still, was it. Kaasepu maatladkunnaka nenu tanani na vollo kurchopettukoni muddulu pettatam start chesaa…Aunty chaala sexy ga untundii tana boobs chaala peddavi, alaa oka 20 minutes tanani lip kiss chesaaa iddarki baaga vedekki poindi inka nenu gatti gattiga tana boobs press cheiyatam start chesaa aunty ummmmmmmm aaaaaah ani molagatam start chesindi.. Nenu tana battalu vippatam start chesa tanu tshirt and 3/4 th lo undi tanu kuda na battalu vippesindi inka tanu na mundu utti bra and panty lo undi…. Tana sollu. Her senses were being overwhelmed as yet another orgasm washed over her. She moaned like a banshee through her orgasm, her head pulled back by his strong grip pulling her hair. Jolene knew he hadn't been getting any sexual relief on his recent trip by the way he was using her. She loved that he was confident enough to use her for his own sexual needs, to just take her as he required in whichever way he needed right then. Suddenly he let go of her hair his left hand moving suddenly to grab her. Leaning in, she placed her cheek on mine, her soft lips near my ear, and said with a soft, sweet, warm-breathed whisper "You're hiding something from me, aren't you?" She pulled back to the proper distance, arms at their locked position, and while our feet kept their movements on musical autopilot, we stared unblinking at each other for several long minutes. Finally I leaned in, cheek to cheek and whispered in her ear. "Yes, I am." And pulled back into the formal position again.We danced,.