I could feel him tensing as his fists grabbed my hair, tugging as he pushed his cock into my mouth. I knew he couldn’t take the teasing, he never ha... before; he was too easily frustrated. His hands pulled on my hair as he fucked my mouth, faster and faster. I was gagging a little on his length and his rapid pace. “Oh, fuck yes; you're are good at this aren’t you?” All I could do was moan and do it better. I used my tongue to rub it up and down his shaft, changing direction every couple of. When we are returning to home, i was sitting next to her she was sitting in window seat. I put my hand on her bear stomach she didn’t say anything the i slowly touch her boobs she resist that & said me that someone will notice us . So just wait for the correct time, i was happy. . After 2 days i got an opportunity to have sex with her when on one is in her home. I went to her home i saw her doing something on kitchen. Without making any sound i went behind her and touch her waist, she. When I didn’t protest him rubbing my breast, he moved his hand and pushed it under the waistband of my yoga pants and began rubbing my ass cheeks and even pushing his hand down into my ass crack.His arms are long enough that he was able to reach down to finger my hairy, wet, thick-lipped pussy from behind, and he moaned, “Oh fuck, Abi, I’ve wanted to feel the wetness of your thick pussy for the longest time, especially after seeing your huge camel toe in these pants. You’re all nice and wet,. Not a Barbara Cartland textbook, mind you. More like the bad examples from various marriage manuals. A year and a half of joyous love and exciting sex, followed by more than four years of pregnancies, two childbirths, crying babies demanding all their attention and energy, and a sexlife dwindling to almost nothing. At the same time Annie grew from a pretty, slim woman into one-and-a-half not so pretty woman, and Claus chose to carry his spare tyre around his waist.When more than six years had.