Phir Hum waha se agaye do din baad Bua ka phone aaya raat ke koi 8:30 baj rahe the Maine phone utha ker Bua ko namaste kaha waha se awaz aayi Vicky te...a kaam jo Gaya hai apne paise LejaMaine kaha Bua abhi kaafi late ho Gaya hai main kal subah paise utha leta Hun wo boli nai Tujhe abhi aana hoga subah main office hoti Hun Maine majboori main kaha theek hai Bua main ata Hun sardiyo ke din the Main apni car main main baithe aur preet Vihar ke liye chal pada main bohut kush tha ke chalo tension Hal. "Fuck me." The head of his cock crashes into my cervix."Fuck me." My pussy muscles squeeze eager to own every beautiful inch."Fuck me." Pussy juices spraying out soaking us both."Fuck me." As his wondrous, beautiful cock drives repeatedly into me."Fuck me." "Fuck me." "Fuck me." I'm screaming at him, saliva edging my lips and spraying into his face, my fingers buried into his arse cheeks dragging him into me, my breasts vibrating at each thrust, my head bashing repeatedly against the. (But he didn't tell Preston how he knew, for which Tara was grateful.)Tara wouldn't speak to her husband on the drive home. As it was, her breasts were experiencing a considerable amount of discomfort, since the punishment bras always hurt the most right after a town meeting ended. All that cool, soothing lotion and warm, invigorating sperm, the cock-massages, the caressing and cupping, all served to comfort her injured boobs. But then she had to feel the bite of whichever bra she had worn to. .It was THREE times," Kayla says, making me frown."We have busy lives," I mumble. "Anyway, change of topic! When are yougoing to see your parents? We've got two weeks off, after all..." Might go down tomorrow," Kayla mumbles, clearly unhappy about my abruptchange of topic. "You?" "Whenever they're free," I shrug. "Dunno what shifts they're on thisweek, I'll give them a call later today. I know they couldn't make it tothe concert yesterday so they were probably at work." Okay," Kayla says,.