I can feel my bottom slipping around on the seat from the puddle of juices that have leaked from my pussy. My legs are sticky and the air around me th...ck with the sweet scent of my arousal. I whimper softly as I realise I am not going to get any more work done tonight. Instead I succumb to the needs of my body and close my eyes, savouring the sweet feel of the buzzing between my legs. My breathing is heavier now and my body is hypersensitive to touch. Slowly, I reach my hands up to my breasts. The moment I removed the cups showing him my full white breasts with their erect pink nipples Ranbir attacked me. Pushing me on my back he shoved his face there and started kissing my breasts alternately. I sighed and cooed and told him to be gentle. Meanwhile his hands had pushed my saree up to my waist and he was roughly kneading my milky thighs. My pussy had begun its sex flow by now and I was pleading with him to do me.“Bloody bitch, oh wow kya item hain,” He started to kiss my nipples and. Soon the fuckers would try to cut me off. I needed to clear my head and think. Think. The thumping from the trunk wasn't helping, a percussive reminder of what I'd become. How far I'd fallen.The road crested and the Mustang was airborne for a second, suspension crunching as thirty-five hundred pounds of automobile landed on the asphalt and accelerated into the night. The car was made for manual shift. Such control, especially in bad weather. I opened her up, revs red-lining in each gear, and. And shes never been shy about showing off her body either, which is what usually caused fights between her and her husband. She's a flake, a married flake with three k**s and husband with control issues. But a good flake, that's why when she needed the place to stay I offered and she said yes.To my surprise the next day after I got home from work I waited to see if she would show up and she did, but with a truckload of her possessions. Bags of clothes, bins of knick knacks, you hear about.