SSS-STOP.” she gasped breathlessly. “KKK-Keep. FFF-Fucking. MMM-Meeee.”“Yeah? Is that what you want?” I hissed back betw...en thrust. “To get FUCKED!! You little slut.”“YESSS! Don’t you dare stop!!” she cried aloud. “Fuck my wet cunt!! I need to get fucked!!”I didn’t need to be asked twice, and placed her ankles up over my shoulders and began pummeling her lovely hole with all my might, almost lifting her butt up off. He came above me, cleaned my fists with his, and pushed his 8-inch monster inside. It was painful, I screamed but he had only half of his dick was inside. I begged him to take it out as the pain was unbearable but he soothed me through his lips working on my boobs in the missionary position.When he realized that I was enjoying it all and had forgotten about the dick, he locked his lips with mine and gave a sudden push. It made the pussy swallow the whole dick into the heaven of pleasure. I. Even our names reflected the differences between our cultures. Me, I proudly bore the name of an officer who had come from Europe to help the British Raj subdue the natives. He had married and raised a family, and when he retired he had gone native. We may be glad the Raj was gone, but we were proud of all the Raj had built, and what we had built on top of it.Ali, well, Ali was Mohammed's brother or son or second cousin three times removed, and that made it a proper Moslem name, one with power.. But to satisfy them, I had forced myself to eat their pussy at times. To my utter disappointed, the woman I got married to disapproved of this act and never let me taste her vagina.However, Reshma’s love juice had a sensual salty taste and it drove me wild. I pulled down her panty, parted her pussy lips and started stroking her clitoris with my tongue. It was interspersed with gentle bites of her pussy. Soon my lips were smeared with the viscous fluid from Reshma’s vagina, but all it did was.