“I’ve already called my husband,” she said. He is supposed to be calling roadside assistance.“Well,” I replied, “it’s pretty warm out he...e, do you want to wait in my car?”She hand-bushed back a wayward lock of hair and sized me up.“Sure,” she replied.I headed back to my car and she followed me, sliding into the passenger seat. Almost immediately, I could smell the all-to-familiar aroma of alcohol.“So where have you been?” I asked, striking up a conversation.“I was down at the 249,” she replied,. Didi boli chup kr ar yaha aa mere pair dard kr rhe hai hai daba inhe mei Darte darte unke pairo ko daba he rha tha ki mjhe didi ki laal panty niche giri hui dikhi mene didi ke niche dekha th wo bilkul nangi thi uski chut mjhe saaf dkh rahi thi mjhe chakkkar ane lage the mra lund khada hone laga tha ar ab hawas ka bhoot mjh par hawi ho rha tha aur mjhe jald se jald muth Marna tha di magazine muh pe rakh ke so rahi thi mei dhere se apna lund bhar nikal kr muth mar rha tha mann th chut chune ka. Hearing it from his mouth is that much crazier, and that much hotter, and I feel myself building. “You’re mine,” he whispers harshly, tugging on my hair, but I’m not done. "God you're an ass hole," I say against the cabinets. He stops and pulls me away from the island and turns me, pushing my head toward the floor so I’m now on my elbows and knees. His dick still inside me, he delivers a stinging slap to my ass. I cringe but can’t pull away from him. "Say that again," he orders angrily. . His words burned in her brain and sent tingles up and down her spine. "Please what? What do you want, slut?" Sir, please... may I... may I go under my panties?" she panted. Alice was very turned on now. He always had a way of bringing her passions to a boil. "You may slip a hand under your panties then, but only to play with your clit and pussy lips. Do not go inside or I will stop our game right then and there. Do you understand, slut?" he warned. "Yes, Sir... I promise," she said. "Very well.