Or fir mane didi ke hotho ko chusa. Kya chuchi or kya soft hoth the didi ke.Ab m or intzaar nahi kar sakta tha. To mane jaldi se didi ki panty ko bi u...ar diya. Or dekha ki didi ki chut per ek bhi baal nahi tha. Sirf gori chiti chut thi. Fir mane didi ki chut per apna muh rakh diya. Or chut ko chatne laga. Or bich bich me chut me jibh bi dal raha tha. Ab chut ko chatne ke baad mane soch. Kyun na ab asli kaam suru kiya jaye. Or mane apne sare kapde nikal diya. Or didi ke jaise nanga ho gaya.Ab. It wasn’t Kale, it was Lin. I couldn’t take it anymore. I just burst into tears. ‘I’ll be right over,’ he said. And hung up the phone. I continued holding the phone and sobbing. Before I even realized that enough time had passed, he was standing outside my door and knocking gently. I let him in and he scooped me into his arms and tried to decipher my blubbering. I couldn’t paint, none of my friends where talking to me and it was all my own fault, I’d had a fight with Zoë, Kale was suffocating. Bitch and as he was saying that he pick me up and bent me over turn me around and jackhammer that big old cock and my pussy I'm pretty sure if anyone else was out there they heard us I could hear his worker behind him telling him to beat it up there was even certain times where he let his worker get a closer look at him beating my pussy up and before I knew it he was standing in front of me but yet I kept feeling something behind me there was nothing I could really do and of course I wouldn't. She would sigh and moan and tell her boss he was so much more virile, so much more adept with his cock than her husband. Than me. She would get wet for him in ways she never did for me, her cunt flowing freely with the liquors of orgasm. She would scratch his back and bite his neck as she never did me. She would obey him in every command however dirty, licking his balls, licking his anus as she knelt on the floor while he bent over slightly, still standing dominant over Caz like a real man. Not.