Building up a rhythm he put his hands either side of her head and cradled her face, kissing her deeply as his cock pounded into her. Tilting his hips,...so he would rub her clit as he fucked her, he pounded harder.Her breathing was now coming in small, snatched gasps, he gave her everything he had as sweat dripped from his forehead to hers. She screamed as her orgasm ripped through her, going on and on as he continued pounding her chasing his own release. Just as she was coming down from her. .wohmerin god mein haath latkaye muskurarahi thee ..ankhein band theen . Beestarpar use leeta diya ,,meri sabra kabaandh toot chooka tha .. beestarpar leetate hi maine uski saareeutar di ..petticoat utar diya , blouse kheenchliya . bra usne nahin pehnithee ..woh mere beestar par nangi thee..aur bas mand mand muskuraye ja rahithhee . Main pagal ho raha tha usechodne ko ,,mera lauda bilkul tighttha ..jara bhi sabra nahin tha ..mainebhi pant aur chadhi utar di..nanga ho .gaya . Manju ne mere. I wanted her home, undressed and on the bed when I got home. That way she could experience the full effect of what I had planned. I drove slow to make sure that she had time to be like I wanted. When I got home I rushed upstairs and through the master bedroom to the toilet where I faked heaving my guts out. I stayed in the bathroom making the appropriate noises for several minutes and then I went to the sink, ran the water and wiped my forehead down with a wet rag. I went into the bedroom. Men maytempt you towards sin, but you must be determined to staymodest and chaste. Always. That's the vow that you took.Remember who you are, and keep to your integrity."I cursed my ineptness because I'd been looking for somethinginsightful and helpful to share with her, and instead I'dcome out with cliches and platitudes. What kind of help wasthat? I screamed at myself. I yelled and stamped. What goodare shallow words and axioms to a woman who is desperate forunderstanding?She sighed, and.