.you take a step back...I hear the sounds of belt buckles being undone I know there is more than one person behind me…my breath quickens my body tre...bles...I feel a set of hands squeeze around each thigh and pull in opposite directions...I am fully exposed...slap...slap...SLAP… the cheeks of my ass are slapped over and over...my hips lunge forward...I gasp...my collar presses against my throat with each thrust...I feel the sting and burn of my skin as my ass cheeks are squeezed and pulled. Shit, this was brutal! We both screamed and moaned, while I pinched my nipples and alternatively rubbed my clitoris while my sexy husband fucked me senseless. My legs and back were sore from being bent over, but he didn't stop; he continued driving that fat, long dick into my cunt over and over, stretching it. I felt liquids dripping down my spread-open, inner thighs, a mixture of his sperm and my juices. I felt my asscheeks, tight as they are, ripping from the repeated impacts of his flat,. .uski kachhi ke sape bhi nazar aa rahi thi..uski massage ka khayal mere lund ko khara kar gaya”bed pe late ja sanya jiju jaldi aao na aa gaya meri jaan iodex to laane de” wo bed pe let gayi..”Sanya ulto letoass ko upar kar ke acha jiju ab jadi lagao” aur bas phir kya tha mane uski jaanghon ko dabana churu kiya aur dheere se apne haath uske moti round sexy ass pe jama diya” jiju iodex to malo yaar simple dabane se kuch nai hoga” tumhe apne wrap around upar karna padega ssali saheba” maine haste. Nonetheless, she worried about those nosy sets of eyes that she kind of knew weren’t there, but worried her, just the same.That it concerned her gave her presence and meaning regardless of it being bad or good. It proved to her that she existed—respectable or not.Her tote bag was always stuffed with her waitress uniform, or maybe her clothes of the night. Often, as the vagabond of the morning stumbled her way to the house a telltale article of clothing or wayward pantyhose would trail out the.