All of this, because Astoria refused to be intimate with her. She never had been terribly enthusiastic to bed him, but she never had refused him for s... long. Last night, he had even gone so far as to beg her for it. Even pleading with her just to give him a hand. But, she had refused outright, saying that she was tired and wanted to sl**p. How dare she? It was the duty of a purebl**d wife to sate his husband. He planned on having a few words with her father in the evening. She needed to be. I was drawn to her like Eros to Psyche. She grabbed me by the eyes and sucked me towards her. To describe her is to do her an injustice, but in vague terms she was brown and smooth, toned and alive, balanced and beautiful, exotic and familiar. The details were amazing too, but I won't go on. Imagine your womanly ideal and Malia was maybe twice as good as that.And she seemed so at ease, sitting there spread-legged on the sand in the surf, with her arms back to support herself, the sun on her. He wanted that ass. He bent her over and started to lube her ass.She was standing, bent over leaning against the couch. He entered her and the moans got louder. With each thrust her tits wagged. I could tell she was having problem standing. Her legs were getting weak. She later told me that she had anal sex before (I not a big fan of it), but nothing compared to this. Pure meaning of pleasure and pain. He knew what he was doing and what he wanted. He pulled out and forced her to her knees and. Swati: show me.Me: (shocked) what? And I looked at her.Her face was very close to mine and there was just few centimeters gap between our lips. Suddenly, she started to smooch me. At first, I just could not understand what was going on and when I realized, I was not in a position to react except reciprocating. We smooched for around 2 minutes and then parted. Looked into each other’s eyes and then started smooching wildly. I placed my right hand on her thighs and was constantly moving it.