If I were able, I would cry out now as you push past my hymen, break my barrier. Does it feel good for you? Your finger gripped by my tight puss.... There would be blood on your finger, if I could bleed. “Use me” I would cry, “Touch me, violate me” and you will because you cannot resist. Your fingers are busy, you become frantic, you are stretching me now, exploring my limits. You check my face. Still it is unchanged, accepting. Inside I am crying, though I cannot. Now she is addicted to size of my dick and would want it again and again inside her and but the only problem is that she stays in Hissar in Haryana and I am staying in Mumbai but she told me that whenever her husband will go out, she will come down to Mumbai and get herself satisfied from me. I had no problem for that but I told her that it depends on the day as now I can’t take any leaves for next 3-4 months and if she comes to Mumbai on odd day.Then I may not be able to receive her at the. If I was "lucky he would both cum and pissin me." He got up on the bed with his pants removed and only his jockey'son and his shirt. The belt was by his side curled up like a snake.Nervously I began to dance and turn, bending over and showing him my assas he rubbed his crotch. I looked at him and he said, "cunt just look atthe prize, my cock is full with a feminine present." He was very hairy asI continued to dance. After about five minutes he removed his shorts andtold me to climb up and "suck. "It's infinitely better in the flesh."She swayed to the bed, and pulled off the duvet. I smelled that perfume that had triggered such memories at the restaurant, an event which now seemed so long ago. I took a deep, deep breath and she smiled when she saw my obvious appreciation and reaction as it reared upward and twitched. She kicked off her heels and climbed onto the bed. I made to get up onto my knees but she gently pushed me back."Not on your knees," she said. "Please let me..."She knelt.