Not releasing his grip on my wrists, he slid my arms down to my shoulders and continued with his tongue, down my chest. He rubbed his face across my b...easts but was frustrated by the barrier he encountered. In one movement he grabbed my crisp white shirt with his teeth and tore it open. I heard one of the buttons bounce to the floor and idly thought that was the end of my one-off designer shirt that cost me half a pay packet. But I didn’t care, I wanted him to tear it all off and now. He had a. Her dilated eyes fastened greedily on the slender penis that was still bobbing around in front of her, searching lewdly for her mouth. Her throat echoed a small, husky sigh of surrender, as she opened her lips and took the dog's blood-bloated penis inside her crimson lips."Oh... oh... oh..." she gasped around the cock that began jerking swiftly in and out of her mouth. It felt so similar to the way Denny's had, and just as good, and the triple besiegement of her naked pussy, breasts and face. It was 11:30 pm when he got up from bed and left the house. I called my college-time lover but he was not picking up his phone. So, I took out my vibrator and started fantasizing about rough sex.I was thinking about all the things my husband had told me on the phone. To my surprise, the thoughts turning me on were getting my ass spanked, my tits slapped, and my nipples pulled. I even started rubbing my pussy thinking about threesome encounters.I guessed that my feelings for dominating a man. I punched him hard on his nose. He fell down and in no time, blood started to flow from his nose. His mom came to his side and he covered his bloody nose and stayed silent. Seema came with a bag of clothes. She was her husband on the floor and blood oozing but she pretended as if she didn’t see anything. I held her hand and bought her out. On the way back home, she whispered in my ears “Thanks, Shiva”Me: Thanks? But for what?She: For everything. For punching him.Me: So you too wanted to punch.