It is morning and I remain alone in my flat. “What a dream,” I near silently murmured to myself, “last evening must have really left me hungry...” I am flat on my back, my hands had fallen asleep over my head. I eased my arms down and the numbness slowly left. I remembered where I was and peeked at my bedside clock. “Oh, nearly eight, I’d better get a move on.” I quickly jumped out of bed, rushed to the bath to grab a quick shower and paint my business face on. Out to the dresser, I. I get "hit on" more than most women probably but I'm not really interested in any other men because my husband is better than great. He's 10 years older than me, very handsome, and very successful. I had two kids when we met and he took us all in and has taken great care of me and the kids for the last 6 years. He also happens to be very good in bed! I have no reason to look anywhere else. The only thing is that sometimes even the best things get stale over time. Even though we tried to find. Agar main manoj k sath kamre mein baithi milun to tum aaker kah dena ki-reena darling ab mere kamre mein aa jao..Ab main tum ko chodunga..Chalo kapde utar lo yahin..Mera lund chus lo….Yaar main ye baat tum se sunna chahti hun..Plz plz ye sab tum manoj k samne mujh se jarur kahoge…Raj-ab dar kaisa meri jaan…Tum meri wife ho..Husband apni wife k sath kuchh bhi kr sakta hai…Hai na…Tum ko to sabke samne chod sakta hun…Chalo darling ab khadi ho jao..Ye lolipop chusne k liye nahin,chut mein dalne k. Of course, Carol's windpipe was now completely blocked, and she started trying to rock backwards to extract the obscene obstruction and get a breath. Emily had other plans, though. She knew that, although most women would have been traumitized by Carol's experience so far, Carol was so slutty and perverted that the stream of abuse had raised her horniness to a fever pitch.Emily reached between Carol's legs, running her fingers over the black woman's swollen, swampy cunt, and deftly found her.