I know this." With that he pressed the head of his prick against her hairy triangle and pushed inward, forcefully. Then he started rapidly ramming his...cock into her. He was not taking any time. He simply wanted to relieve his own needs, and he fucked her roughly. Her legs were wrapped about his waist, trying to get whatever pleasure she could. When she began kicking her heels against his back, wanting him to give her more, he slapped her face. "Let me do this, you filthy bitch. I'm getting what. He stops and looks around, the sky beginning to brighten. He takes a deep breath and says to himself, "Damn Spade, this is starting to look like home." By the time he finishes another cup of coffee, the sun is peeking over the hills to the east. He drags two bales of hay from the barn, shredding it into the feed bunk as the horses gather around sandwiching him between them. He feels lucky to escape with only getting his foot stepped on once. Walking out to the machine shed, he looks over the. Kapre wagerah pack karne ke baad me mom ke paas pahuncha. “Mom” mene kaha mom kitchen me sabji kaat rahi thi.“Han beta” mom ne kaha.“Mom me kal wapas mama ji ke yahan ja raha hu” mene mom ke paas table ke sahare se kharte hue kaha.“Par beta ab to tumhare mama ji ki tabiyat achhi hai na”“Dekho mum wo abhi koi kaam karne ki halat me nahin hai. Or tum to jaanti ho ghar me ek mard ka hona jaroori hai.”“Par beta…”“Par war kuch nahin me kal jaa raha hu” mene socha Kaas kaam ban jaye.“Achha thik hai.. Both of us had, between us, pretty much every sexual fetish there is and had explored them all. Or so I thought.One day I was looking at fetish stories on the Internet and called Chris over. We looked down the list of categories. I was immediately drawn to the 'cannibalism' category. Hundreds of stories of people being cooked alive and eaten.As we read, I realised how turned on the stories were making me. I soon found myself opening my trousers and putting Chris's hand to work between my legs,.