”“Le meri darling abhi tere gaand mein mera yeh sakt danda ghusa deta hoon. Kya tight hai re. Ekdom rapchik maal hai re tu. Tujhe toh main aaj pur... ka pura kha jaunga.” Kehte kehte main apna lund mummy ke gaand ki ched mein andar bahar karne laga.“Chutiya aur zor dal. Sale suwar jaldi kar na. Kutte ke beej meri tadap mita paega akele ki chachu ko awaaz deni paregi?”“Ruk ja chudail. Aaj toh main teri sari tadap mita dunga. Tujh jaise harami ki chudi ko mere siva koi santust nahi kar sakta” kehte. " Maybe you should get an attorney in here Mr. Thomas." Why?" Because you have just admitted knowing that Robert Turner is your wife's lover and Robert Turner was found dead in the bedroom with your wife." And you have just assumed that I, being the outraged husband, killed them both in a fit of jealous rage? That's absurd. If I was going to kill anyone in a fit of rage it would have been Ronald Porter. He was the first one she cheated on me with. Since Porter there have been at least four. I press the head of my cock against her ass. She whimpers gently, and pushes back against me, and I enter, going where her butt plug went, only deeper, much deeper inside her. Jackie screams aloud as I open her there, ready though she is for it. “Fuck me.” Her voice is hoarse, barely a whisper reverberating off the alley walls. I must obey. She calls out dirty commands, and I windows light up, and blackened silhouettes watch as I pound my wife. I am fucking her hard now with deep. I love you, too. Now take it easy, but it does feel good. With that, I began the slow in and out motion. Feeling the tightness of her ass and the squeezing movement of her muscles, I was ready to cum in short order. As I began to shutter, Marty began to moan and gyrate her hips. In and out, my cock kept the pace. Up and down, Marty moved her hips. Then I couldnt hold back any longer and exploded into an overwhelming orgasmic fit. Crying out loud, OH MARTY, IM CUMMING! OH GOD, YES, OH MARTY! I.