.Her pussy was nicely shaved and most probably, i thought wet! In overall, that spectacle was turning me the hell-on! After quite few seconds, i repli...d that she was very exciting and that i was already hard i iron... I added that i would like to take her like a bitch wherever she wanted! To my surprise, she laughed and told me that we could fix this if I was interested. For sure I was interested in fucking her, this little whore in hijab! And barely a quarter of an hour later, we were at her. At his death, he was just a shell of the man he once was. My mother waited on him hand and foot, night and day, both of them hoping that my father might beat the odds. I watched him suffer day after day. I vowed to myself that if I ever had cancer that I would never put my family through the agony of watching me die.I truly believe that if my father would have just let it go that he would have died much sooner but would have left this world with a little more dignity. He told me more than once. She would have loved keeping it inside her, but...She could feel more wetness, this time on her bottom. No wonder she'd been able to take that monster, she'd been wet enough for three women. She needed to clean up, though. Even this much evidence of what she'd been doing was too much.When she picked up her panties she hesitated; the crotch was absolutely soaked. She didn't want to put the wet crotch against her pussy, but she couldn't go without them either, so she scrambled through her pickets. "Are you ready, slut, are you ready for this cock?" "Yes, Master, Oh please, please fuck me!" she cried. He pressed his cock into her slowly, until the head popped inside her. He held it there for a moment and then pushed in deeper. He watched his beauty's eyes widen as he continued into her, deeper and deeper. Chelsea could feel him opening her wider and deeper as he pressed into her pussy. He kept burrowing into her past the point where any man had ever been and still kept going. Chelsea.