.urrrrgggghhhh…fuck……fuckkkkkkkk, Rohit, fuck me.Make me your slut…..fuck me like a whore, your dirty whore” Rohit held her hair tightly in ...is hand, and shoved his cock deep into her cunt. My wife moaned. “Mmm — mmmm — mmmmm!”“Oh fuck Rashmi that’s good!! Your cunt is nice and wet. Let me fuck you nice and hard!” He was fucking in a rythm.Slowly she started moving her ass against his cock. She was moving back and forth on his cock. She kept moving her ass until all of Rohit’s cock was buried. I pressed against her and then inside, pushing until I was as deep as I could be. We moaned loudly. Gripping her hips, I pressed deep and reveled in the feeling of her body. She pressed back against me and something inside tightened. I took a breath and made a thrust, holding it inside her again. Soon she was breathing quickly, looking back and biting her lip.“Please… Please, harder. I can’t cum like this…” I grinned and picked up my pace. Now I clearly felt something at the end of my thrusts,. Looking into the distance, Ari saw the outline of a man walking towards her. There was a candle in his hands, which lit a small brick room with a warm orange glow. The stonework was pale, with moss creeping from the cracks. The room was circular, no bigger than 10 feet squared, with only a small window and a large wooden door adorning it. In fact, aside from the stone bench she had laid on, the only other thing in the room was a small glass-top table. The dismal warmth that the candle brought. I could feel the muscles flexing there as she walked."Hey! Hands off!" She smiled at me to show me that she wasn't too serious. "Not too injured to cop a feel, eh?"I blushed and said nothing, but she didn't move my hand. By now we'd reached the medical centre and since it was early we got seen straight away. By unspoken consent we told a story of a fall off a wall onto my shoulder. I explained the cuts by suggesting that there was some broken glass. The nurse who was strapping my shoulder.