Ramya got married at 18 years, Kiran was born when she was 19 and me @ 23 years. At the time of divorce, we used to stay in Kurnool city and Kiran use... to go to the factory which was near our town (our own lands). During the early stages of divorce, Ramya was struggling to get on with life as she could not be with dad as he left for another woman for money. None of our relatives know that as we kept it a secret and did not want others to know about it. As time passed by (5 months), I have found. He thrust his hips forward and I felt the head of his cock stretch me open. I groaned in pain and felt my eyes start to water. My breath was coming in shallow gasps."Oh god! It hurts. Gooooood!" I yelled."Your new god is two inches up your tight pussy, whiteboy. I'll hold still and let you get used to it for a second. No need to rip you open." He did as he said, stopping his relentless penetration and watching my face closely. I had a bellyful of this dude's cum!I let out a moan, as my ass was. "Sure come on in. Have you heard anything about my wife yet?" Let's sit in the living room sir."Bob Parsons looked at the detectives and began to feel a tightness in his chest. He led them into the living room and sat down. The detectives remained standing. Bob Parsons searched their faces again for a clue to what brought them to the house."Senator Parsons, we have some very bad news. Your wife was found murdered in the house of the Secretary of State for African Affairs. The Secretary was also. He pulled back knowing that while I craved his throat fucking I also needed to breath. As he slipped from my mouth I took as much oxygen into my lungs as I could then reached around to grasp his ass. "Fuck my mouth." I begged. His cock was resting against my lips as he grasped my tits hard then thrust inside. In a second he was buried in my throat again and his tennis ball size balls slapped against my face. I had begged him to fuck me and that's exactly what he did. Knowing my throat could.