Her hair is blonde and shiny, like gold. She wears light makeup but seems to be full of herself, he thinks, if I had my way with her, all the money in...the world wouldn't be able to stop me from fucking her ass. She's a spoiled brat, she deserves to be taken by force. They say we have to respect women, but some women don't deserve respect, some women are pigs, are fuck dolls for us to enjoy...no, not some women, all women!All women enjoy a man that takes control, that doesn't allow them to talk. She was also enjoying it and made no effort what so ever to avoid her breast pounding on my back. No body is that foolish that he can not recognize what’s intentional and what’s not. She even put one of her hand on my shoulder. After an hour we both came back after finishing my work. She was now pretending to spend a little more time in company with my brother & mom. I noticed that whenever she got a chance she was looking at me, her way of looking at me was uncomfortable for me due to her. I had never realized it before, but after a few months of dating that guy I had never once kissed him back. It felt good so I squeezed her tight, not wanting the moment to end. A small moan left my lips and pressed into hers as I felt her hands moving over my body tenderly. One hand stroking my back with the other rubbing my sensitive breast just slightly through my clothes. I don't know if she was trying to tease me or going on instinct, but my heart was pounding out of my chest.Her lips. She was wearing a saree below her navel and a sleeveless deep neck cut blouse without any inners, revealing all her cleavage and flowers pinned to her head. I was putting on a jeans pant and a t-shirt without any inners and we set off to a nearby mall and all the people were staring at us. Her behavior was like a prostitute.We did some shopping and came back to our car and she was madly smooching my lips and she raised her saree up and removed my cock out and started sitting on my dick and.