Meri figer 36-30-38 h.Meri shadi 32 saal ki umar me hui thi.M thodi gol matol hu.Mere pati muje badi tassali se chodte the.Din rat meri chudai ka prog...am chalta rahta.Isi tarah jindgi chal rhi thi.Mere pati muje apne school me le gye or m bhi wahan job karne lagi.Sara staff acha tha.Hmare school me ek teachet the jinka name vijay tha.Wo pahle din se mere piche hath dho ke pad gya tha.Jab mere pati idhar udhar hote to wo mere pas kisi na kisi bahane se aa jata or idhar udhar ki baate karne. I was always proud of how well-groomed you were. You always showered or bathed once a day, and I used to love your smell – until now.“You always hated stubble on your chin, and when you opened the door ... Well, frankly, it looked as if you started to shave a month ago, gave up halfway through and hadn’t bothered since. And your eyes would look like pissholes in the snow, except for the fact that they are so red and bloodshot. You often cry without even realising it. And you could go on holiday. Her boobs were very largefor such a small girl. I pinched both her nipples as hard as i could.She arched and whined again. I lowered her down so he was sitting onthe concrete floor where Clair had knelt all night. I got two glassdildos from a drawer and told Clair to lift Ariana's legs. Shestruggled but the bigger girl held her butt in the air. Arianashook her head and kept struggling. I knelt and jammed the wide glassup her butt. I used the other dildo to beat her thighs and vagina. I. " She was babbling. Half sobbing. I let go of her hair and she fell face first into the pillow. The tears only made me fuck her harder.Finally, I came again. I pulled out abruptly, rolled over and manhandled her out of the bed. "Get out, slut. Sleep somewhere else. I don't want you any more tonight."The sounds of her fucking him were still coming from the speaker. I pulled the sheet over myself and curled into a fetal position, listening to the pornographic fuck sounds. I snapped off the light.