He was now dressed completely in leather, and his crotch was completely open revealing a large thick but soft cock, with a large cock ring around the ...ase. He told us to follow him. I was now getting a bit nervous about what was about to happen to my wife and if I would be OK with it. He led us to a door which he unlocked and this went down into the basement. The stairs were dark and at the bottom there was a short corridor with two doors. He told me to go into the first room but before closing. There was nothing harsh about anything he did; he made love to her. It was passionate, heated, and even tender at times. A few times he would whisper to her, reminding her to "convince" him. She knew what he meant, and never strayed from being a lover to him. And it was impossible for her not to release; in fact, she came several times, strongly.He was lying beside her, his arms around her in the afterglow. "You've done well, Anna. You have it in you, to make me know that you want this. I like. I m the owner of a tool which is 6.5inches long and 2inches diameter.It works as a machine gun.Mostly the readers are not able to understand English so I write my further story in Hindi.Mera nam raj(name change)mein last year mein padhta hua engineering.Ab sex story ki heroine pe ata hua.Aunties,bhabis,girls in pune can contact me at (full privacy will be maintained)Uska nam Nikita hai(name changed)woh hamare samne wale society mein rahti hai.Unke hushband Mumbai mein job krte hai aur week mein. I always feel like a piece of fucking crap after he leaves and the darkness swallows me up again. I can never bear to look myself in the mirror as I pass it to go into the shower. The dead, crazy look in my eyes that holds too much. I can't look. I can't bear to look into my own haunted eyes. He has become my bad habit, my addiction. The anesthesia to my pain. I crave his mouth, his tongue on my skin, his touch and his beautiful cock that stretches me to fit him. I crave him so much that it.